“That’s exactly like the one I saw.” She said, as cool as a cucumber, then lowered her head back into her book.
To my wife, seeing that flying saucer is right up there with watching cattle grazing and watching paint dry.
I first learned about her close encounter when we were married about two years. That’s four years together, including the two fun years. Four whole years of thinking you know somebody!
The following information came by way of interrogation, which took more out of me than it did her. She would make a terrific spy!
It happened in the late eighties. I could ask her the exact year but she is sleeping at the mo. I dare not even think about waking her on such a trivial issue as alien beings landing on earth.
She was in her late teens. Her life was not yet complete (we hadn’t met). In the small village where she lived, she was walking from her parents’ house to her granny’s house. I don’t know if she was wearing a red riding hood but when she turned the corner at the end of the village, she saw it.
“A saucer shaped thing, like you’d see in a movie, it was all lit up.” She casually commented.
I slapped her again, and screwed the stretching machine up a notch. “What do you mean, lit up?”
“Oh you know, lights all the way around it. It was just sitting there in the field behind granny’s.”
I eventually got it out of her that it might have been the size of a bus, it might have been on the ground, but it might have been hoevering just above the ground, it might have had a window but it was definitely shining brightly.
“I was afraid to look at it. So I put my head down and ran into granny’s house. I told them all inside what I had seen, but when they went out to look it was gone. They didn’t believe me until two days later when the national newspapers were reporting lots of sightings from all over the country.”
So it took four years for her to tell me of that little, run o’ the mill, everyday, commoner garden variety UFO.
She never mentioned it again until one evening last year I was watching a documentry about Roswell or something. She looked up from her book (not a science fiction one) to confirm the identity of the saucer.
“…only mine had lights.” She added.
Off the top of my head, quick answer, that’s one evening I would like to return to if she would take me with her in the time machine. I would bring a camera too.
A selfie with saucer! That would beat all.
Thank you for reading,