An Alien Tale

It is twilight and the sun slips behind the mountain at the head of Lyell Canyon as the aliens come out. They look just like us from the shoulders down: long sleeved shirts, hiking pants, and boots. But their faces, well they don’t have faces – only featureless masses of green or black. I huddle in our tent as one silently comes closer and closer. It reaches out to zip down the tent door.

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