by Bob'n Around
Invisible matters of the mind turned real into the written word.
|‘Trump Abducted by Aliens’, the headline read. “Probably a scam to get out of taxes and prosecution.” Junior Sheevers balled up the latest edition of the ‘Daily Star’ and made a three point basketball shot into a garbage bin. “Guy never stops.”
He’d been using the news rag to cover his face while sleeping. How the mighty had fallen. The fortune he’d made coming up with high ball conspiracy theories for the administration had been stolen out from under him when his back was turned.
Revenge is sweet, when you can afford it. According to back page reports of Matilda Adam’s gossip column, Junior Sheevers lay dead in one of the dumpsters he dived in at the back of the nearest McDonald's.
A cop’s nightstick tapped against the park bench. “Up and at ‘em, buddy. No loitering. Begone. The park is here for honest citizens, not free loading bums.”
Junior Sheevers cringed, shuddered, got up and stared at the voice of authority’s polished black shoes, “Sorry, Officer.”
He’d had enough experience enjoying the free meals and accommodations of the nearby hoosegow to know it only provided second rate cockroaches and bedbugs for company. “Yes, sir. Officer. Trump will be back, you know, having won over the galactic empire installing him as world ruler.”
That got him a whistling swipe of the nightstick hitting a home run filled with shooting stars dancing around in his head. “Watch that mouth, bud. Don’t you dare make fun of that great man. He lost the election on purpose to reveal the Antifa plot to destroy America. We’ll rise up soon as the head of those blood thirsty baby eaters are known. We’ll rise up and take back what’s ours.”
Deep state satanic baby eaters. Some people will believe anything. I’d gotten a cash bonus for creating that little bit of catchy urban legend. Now I was lucky if I was allowed to live my life on a park bench.
That is when it happened. What had just been invisible air pulsed into a bright flashing light blinding his eyes. Stunned, he wondered who was attacking him now. Parks just weren't safe anymore.
He lost his balance. Instead of falling, he felt himself rising, sucked up like being pulled into the rushing vortex of a vacuum hose. He rolled across a cold metal floor.
“Now, someone will finally believe me.” It was Trump, small hands and all, with bug-eyed aliens complete with antenna’s poking out of their heads attaching probes to Junior Sheever's arms and legs. It was agonizing pure torture what they did next. All for the sake of confirming Trump was the world leader they’d been looking for.
They dropped what was left of Junior in a haystack out in the boondocks when they were done. The world was being taken over by aliens and Trump is helping them enslave us. Sad, isn’t it? Nobody was willing to believe Junior Sheever's.