The flashing Las Vegas lights couldn’t block out what I saw in the sky. A sphere of green, hovering by the moon. Josie, resting her head on the belly of a sumo wrestler we’d met at Rush, snatched the car keys from my pants pocket.
“Uh-uh. You’re too drunk.” I pulled her to her feet, and the three of us got into my pickup, Ken weighing the bed down over the rear tires.
We followed the light 83 miles into the desert until Josie had to stop to throw up in the sand. That’s when she found the wire leading underground.
word count: 100
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