Bobby Joe pulled up to the curb in his pickup, leaned out, pointed to his dash radio and yelled, “Are you listening to this?!” He sped off before they could answer.
“What is he talking about?” Cindy asked. “Is there a game tonight?”
Francis pulled his little portable transistor radio out of his pocket, switched it on. “I didn’t think so…”
…residents are advised to remain in their homes. Alien landings have been confirmed in Philadelphia, but phone lines further South appear to be down…
“Francis, what’s going on?”
“Dunno.” He looked up, saw strange colored lights crisscrossing the sky.
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