It was a quiet Saturday afternoon and Claire was tired after her yoga class. She’d been running ragged for weeks and learning several new yoga poses was something she had been looking forward to. Yoga classes were a quiet, positive time for her. While doing various asanas, she was able to meditate on the past week’s events and find center and balance in an otherwise hectic time.
She was putting her yoga mat away in the closet when a quick movement in the shadows caught her eye. She almost missed it, but then just as she was convincing herself that she must be seeing things, something moved again. Quickly, and in the shadows. She carefully pushed aside some of the coats and sweaters that were hanging in the closet. It was still dark, but she could definitely sense movement on the floor and along the back wall of the closet.
Claire stepped back to turn the hall light on and get a better look. With the bright light shining, she peered again into the closet and quickly let out a scream. There were hundreds–perhaps thousands–of spiders scurrying about inside the closet.
He waited patiently on the curb and watched the cars speed past. Woooosh! There went a red one. Whooosh! And then a green one. Time seemed to stop, if only for a brief moment as each vehicle slipped past his eyes as they lazily followed.
He thought back to the morning. The kids were eating cereal and milk and talking about their favorite game, Poptropica. He had remembered his own favorite games from his youth, but those were quaint by today’s standards: a cheap electronic football game from Mattel and an old and battered Atari 2600.
He looked up at the street again and was surprised. There, standing directly across from him was Phil. How long he had been there was a mystery. But the penetrating and menacing stare he wore spoke volumes. It was going to be a long afternoon.
Darryl paused before walking out the door. His head turned slightly to look back at her. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead heaved a deep sigh. Then he turned back and walked out. He pulled the door swiftly behind him and shook violently against the frame.
Slowly, he walked down the stony path to the beach. Waves crashed against the rocks and the normally brisk ocean breeze was noticeably absent. Casually, he looked up at the sky and saw tiny puffs of clouds moving lazily across the sky. It reminded him a lot of the island of Maui, one of his favorite family vacation spots. But this was not Hawaii, and he was not on vacation. He let another sigh out and after a few seconds more of gazing across the vast expanse of the crystal-blue ocean, he turned to walk back to the house.
It was then that the Martian spacecraft landed and he was abducted. “Screw this,” he shouted, “I’d rather be playing games on my iPad or reading a book of inspiring quotes.”