November 7, 2008
Perfect Memory.
“Wow, that’s a weird star.”
“It’s not a star.”
Meshu looked down at his daughter in surprise. “You know this how?”
The six-and-three-quarters!-year-old flopped back on the hillside. “I’ve watched the stars for a year and a half, now. That one has never shown up before. Besides, I’d've seen it last night. It’s not a planet, comet, meteor, or stellar anomaly, either.” Small fingers stabbed at the sky in punctuation.
“Satellite? Plane?”
“No and no. There are no satellites visible in the sky at this time, and a plane or helicopter would show up differently.”
“Lia, how do you know all this?”
Lia blinked up at her father. “I just remember it.”
There was a pause.
“Weather balloon?” Meshu said, hiding a grin.
Lia shot him a look of withering disdain.
Up in the sky, the UFO blinked twice, and vanished.
