‘The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.’
I came to this talk because of the speaker’s reputation as one of the world’s leading alien invasion experts. I meant to run some of my own theories by him. This petroglyph nonsense, however, is making me angry – I’d better sneak out before I heckle him.
Since I brought documentation for my hypotheses, I’m disrupting the audience more than I’d like. The speaker halts.
‘Anyone else?’ he asks. About a dozen others get up, encumbered with big files like me.
Just as the door closes, I see the next slide: ancient aliens. But the bouncer won’t let me in again.
This is my story for MFtS, a flash fiction challenge that comes with a first sentence to go with the picture prompt.