“Unidentified Flying Objects”

One winter night, a long time ago, a bright light was seen up in the foothills, darting back and forth just above the tree-line for hours, leaving streaks of silver swinging across the night-sky. Finally, at around midnight, it fell from the sky and was soon extinguished among the darkened hills. My brother told me it crashed-landed on the other side of the river, said there were probably alien bones now buried, hidden deep in the redwood canyons. One summer we followed the creek up into the mountains, five or so miles, then cut away into the fields. We waded across the river. We searched the riverbanks. We searched the ravines, found nothing.

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Reid Maruyama was born in Santa Cruz, CA. He currently lives in Albuquerque, NM. He lives with his dog, Charley.