Fiction | SciFi | Short Story
Weird Lights
A brief bit of fiction
This isn’t right.
The first thought Mel had when she saw the beautiful colors wafting back and forth in the sky was: this is wrong.
Sure, she was happy to enjoy the auroras out here and not have to travel to foreign lands and all. But this was Arkansas. The Northern Lights never came this far south.
And it wasn’t just a anti-climatic smear of magenta across the night sky, neither. These were full-blown waves of greens, pinks, and blues, more vibrant than any photograph or YouTube video Mel had ever seen.
“Al, come here!” She heard the screen door slam, and knew her husband had come outside to smoke.
“What?”
“Come look at this!” She pointed at the sky, in case there was any doubt what she was referring to. You never knew with Al.
“Whoa. What am I looking at here?” Al’s eyes went wide with alarm.
“It’s the Northern Lights…isn’t it?” She wasn’t really asking him. Mel just didn’t want to be wrong.
“I mean, you probably know better than me, hun.” Al scratched the back of his neck, the cigarette he was about to light still hanging cold in the side of his mouth.
