The Attack From Inner Space

The church we attended was just past the school. Certainly within easy walking distance. On rare occasions when Mommie and Daddy were busy or just bone tired Ivy and I got to go alone to Wednesday Night Prayer meeting. A treat to be out alone with no parent we thought special. I now wonder why it was special. What kind of excitement would likely occur?  Certainly nothing at the Carmack trailer or Willie Davenport’s  house or any other house along the way. No chance of excitement.

Prayer Meetings to the young are more social  than religious, but we followed Daddy’s admonition, “I don’t want to hear you were cutting up. If I do I’ll handle it.”

At the end of the meeting Woodrow Davenport offered us a ride home. We declined relishing the notion of an after-dark walk. The night was not bright – it was indeed dark. Cheerfully we set out on our grown up trek. We passed the Carmack trailer, just down the road from Dallas Davenport’s house. Whether events were spectacular or whether our imaginations went wild may never be really known. Suddenly with no warning a flurry of light – magnificent pinpoint dots of light- in a whirling mass moved before us. It was aimed at us, coming directly at us as if in attack. We ran. Reaching Dallas Davenport’s house we burst in without knocking. Dallas and Lucille sprang from their beds. With gentle treatment they checked out their yard and looked up and down the road. They assured us things were safe. "Not even a lightening bug," he said.  But he offered to drive us home. Ivy and I knew if Daddy knew this we might never ever be allowed another Wednesday night out alone. We assured Dallas and Lucille we were all right. But we wasted no time in getting home.