Sleeping at Granny’s

 

Late at night when the moon was high I would lay in my bed, unable to sleep because of the heat, watching the teal blue sky blanketed with stars.

The moon, stars and satellites filtered only by the old screen as I listened to the sounds of the canal life just out back.

Chirping, croaking and that odd sound gators make with their throats. Now and then a splash or a rustle of reeds.

Hours I watched as the rest of the house slept. All quite and isolated until I heard, as I had many nights before, the alarming scream.

As the quietly swaying cabbage palms paid no heed, granny was waking the house! Calling us to franticly come out side.

Granny in her commanding voice of the matriarch “UFO!!! Come quickly they are right above us!”

About every two months they would come, never in the same vessel.

Sometimes disguised as advertising planes sometimes as blimps, but she knew it was them.

 

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