“The one thing I want to leave my children is an honorable name.”
- George Foreman* #quote
When people tell you to pull yourself together I think they should give you advice as to where to start. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Truth Behind The Incident
“We're losing height!” one passenger of the balloon yelled.
The pilot of balloon replied, “Just keep your eyes on your instruments and measure the weather, I know what I'm doing.”
The other passenger, another scientist, said with depressed voice, “This thing's going to crash isn't it?” This scientist was too old to panic about anything.
The pilot insisted nothing was wrong despite the fact he now needed the help of his two passengers to keep the weather balloon in the air. The curses the pilot uttered would not be understood by anyone on the entire planet but the three on board the weather balloon since the language belonged to another world. The three people on the weather balloon were aliens conducting a weather survey of this new life bearing planet they found.
The pilot could not save the balloon, the aliens crashed in Roswell, New Mexico. The incident became a massive coverup, the military could only think of one thing, pretending it was their weather balloon. And it worked since people assumed the aliens flew different vessels that day. For what the aliens are doing now? Their being more careful with their surveys and decision making and determining whether or not this would be a good planet to invest in as a vacation spot to turn into a tourist trap.