We usually don’t talk about these things until we retire, but yes, I did see a UFO once. A short flight from Seattle to Portland. Middle of the day. A blip of light appears above Mount Rainier. I point to it. My co-pilot sees it too. It grows bigger. Never seen anything like it. Expands quickly, becomes a sphere big enough to engulf us. We’re bathed in its light. I hear passengers shouting. I’m scared. I think: This will pass. It never did. I still have the light inside me. Only I don’t know what to do with it.
I’m a novelist, poet, and short story writer living in the Desert Southwest.
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