I live in a small town, a place where high school football scores are reported in the local paper, everyone works nine to five, and the streets are empty by ten. Day in, day out, it’s rewind, repeat. Anything unusual, even a tragedy, is a blessing; anything trumps mundane.
Which explains the reactions to Greg Hargrave’s news that he’d been abducted by aliens. Not that anyone believed him, but they wanted to.
The town literally rolled out a welcome mat, with airstrip. Based on Greg’s story, people dressed in alien garb, spoke alien gibberish, and wondered if they play football.
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