Airplane-Alien

Man narrates his time-capsule tell of 'gross-encounter' with specter in skyways/mid-flight drawing expression of Earth-realm 'games' of the will's shield(s).

Air-transit paranoia ghost/alien tale (fiction). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretations/criticism).

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"I had been set on making a world-travel journal or log on one airline to get to spots around our fare-rich good Earth and had prepared my mind/body for good language and imagination and didn't anticipate the encounter of something much darker/stranger than what I thought I'd find, even for a tourist expecting the usual/offbeat forms of Blue-Planet trekker adventure/oddities (Facebook-like!)."

"I was staring out the window of my fine-plane one sunrise and found nice incomplete-distances readings of Earth transit imagery for my journal-note and enjoyed my Absolut (vodka-glass) and thought about my life as a Christian/Catholic convert and fan of Buffalo (NY) Bills football 'stuff' for male-things and my courtship with a football-cheerleader whom I hadn't seen since college. Everything was, in other words, normal...until I saw outside my plane-window the specter of a pure alien, something devilish but troll or faerie-like, with wings; and he used telepathy to communicate to me. I'm retelling this misadventure to bury in a time-capsule in my New England backyard (Selfie-like). Follow along, friends (whoever you are)."

ALIEN: Absolut-life, Earth man.

ME: You talking to me.

ALIEN: How's the drink, fool?
ME: What do you want...I can hear you?

ALIEN: You like skyways, Earth man?

ME: What do you want?
ALIEN: I can read your person...you like football-TV, ha.

ME: What do you want?
ALIEN: Your blood...if the Bills lose when you get home, I visit again.

ME: What do you want?
ALIEN: You better pray the Bills win their Kickoff-Game, fool.

ME: What do you want?
ALIEN: Simple game theory of life, Earth man...see if you succumb.

ME: Gambler's anonymous...I pray you don't visit, if Bills win (contests).

ALIEN: Good luck, and to your Buffalo-force, Earth man (ha).

ME: I guess this is midways-shade...farewell, alien (Bills shall win!).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)