The sun was almost gone behind the horizon. It had been a hazy kind of day and old Charlie was tired and looking forward to finishing up from working in his vegie garden. He straightened and arched his sore back, gazing skywards.
The small dark object came from the south. Fast and low. Silent at first but then it emitted a high pitched squeal as it passed overhead and disappeared into the gloom to the north. Charlie had heard about that UFO stuff. He wandered inside to call the authorities to report what he’d seen.
Two houses away young Jimmy went inside knowing he wasn’t allowed out when it was dark.
“Where’s Tommy?”asked Mum
“Dunno. I was swinging him round on the hills hoist and he was spinning real fast an’ he let go and flew over the fence. Guess he’ll come home when he lands. What’s for dinner Mum?”
For the Flash Fiction February Challenge 2012