The Copse

The Copse, a short short story

by

Ed Benjamin

A forest in northwest Arkansas

September 18, 1995

The man stood in the copse of pine trees that filled the area behind his home.  It was near dusk.  He was standing at the edge of the mountain and looking down into the valley watching the road snaking up the hill.  All of a sudden, a glint of sunlight caught his eye.  He had noticed the flash of sunlight in his peripheral vision as it bounced off an object in the eastern sky.  He looked up.

It was an object all right but there was something strange about it.  It was too low and bright to be a plane.  It moved funny too.  It seemed to hover in the air like a helicopter but he couldn't hear any noise. It floated in the air near the ridge and it wasn't over two thousand yards away.  The wind was blowing from the east.  Since he was west of the object, he felt certain that he would have heard something if there were anything to hear.  If it were a helicopter or any other motorized air- borne vehicle, he felt that he would have heard the noise by now.  Save for a slight hissing sound that was more of a hum than a hiss, there was nothing.

He concentrated and strained his ears.  Nothing!

Then, the craft began to descend.  As it came down, it made erratic movements in the air.  The craft’s motion reminded him of a leaf falling.  He thought the object might be a balloon or a blimp of some sort but the lack of wind and the swaying movements it made belied that assumption.

He could see it clearly and it certainly wasn’t any blimp or balloon that he recognized.  The craft had clean, well-defined lines and it appeared to be constructed out of a ceramic of some kind.  Although he had the impression the craft was ceramic; it glinted in the sky like burnished metal. 

           

Then there was the light.

The sun was in the process of sinking in the west.  The nether world of dimness, that hint of dusk, which presages the coming of the night, had engulfed the mountain.  Yet, the object remained bright.  It was an amazing sight.  The light from the craft seemed self-contained; yet it didn't illuminate anything on the ground below it.  It glowed and there was a pulsating luminosity to the light and it was almost hypnotic . . . dimmer, brighter, dimmer, brighter, dimmer, brighter.  Entranced, the man had to look away for a second to regain his composure.  

The man continued to watch the object from the shadows underneath the trees.  It jigged sideways and then headed for the clearing.  From his knowledge of the terrain, he knew they did not want to go there.  The man stepped out and waved his arms to warn the craft against landing in that particular spot.  Then, a cautionary feeling inside him decided that exposing himself to the craft wasn't a good idea.  He thought better of it and backed underneath the trees so he could continue watching.

After a few jigs, the oval-shaped craft settled down onto the surface.  The man watched as three small beings came around from the far side of the craft and moved to the edge of the clearing. 

He wished desperately for his binoculars.  He strained his eyes to see what the creatures looked like.  All that he could determine was that they were small, humanoid, and it seemed to him that they moved strangely.  They didn't walk like he understood walking but moved in a gliding motion silhouetted against the brightness of the craft.

Somehow, it seemed as if they were moving without touching the ground.  After all, he knew it was very muddy where they were.  They didn't seem to have any trouble getting around.  Two more beings appeared and began to explore the area outside the craft. 

These creatures didn’t seem to be human even though they resembled small children.  He wished he were closer so he could see more, but then he was glad he was able to watch unobserved.

Then, the craft began to move slightly.  It didn't happen all at once.  First, the left side dipped a little, about three feet, as far as the man could tell.  Then the right side caught up.  The man snickered.  These things, whatever they were, had landed right smack in the center of Andersen's Bog, a sinkhole of local repute.  No one had ever claimed it was quicksand but many thought that was what it was.

The occupants of the craft had also realized that something was wrong.  They began to glide toward the other side of the sinking craft.  Soon after they disappeared, the structure began to glow with a brilliant intensity.  The light got brighter and brighter as the craft shuddered for a moment or two. It seemed like it rose about a foot or two.

Then the light became dimmer and the craft settled back into the bog.  Then the light glowed, brighter than it had a few seconds before.  The ship began to vibrate and shake the earth around it. Then, it slipped another foot or two into the earth.

He had begun to realize that he was viewing some sort of space ship, a UFO, others called it.  Some craft which had carried its occupants over many light years of space.  Here they were, God knows how far from their home, after traveling billions even trillions of miles to arrive here on earth and then they got stuck in the mud.

The man imagined the strain and energy that the interaction of the muck and ship had created.  All of a sudden, the craft just popped out off the bog with a jerky movement that propelled it about two hundred feet into the sky.  It seemed to the man that the motion should have created a "pluck" noise as it separated from the earth, but he wasn't able to hear any sound at all.  He was too busy laughing. 

He continued to laugh.

He laughed so hard that his sides hurt.  Tears streamed down his face.  This was too much.  Wait till he told people what he had seen.  They probably wouldn't believe him, but that didn't concern him now.  He was too busy laughing.

As he laughed, he had closed his eyes.  He had bent over, holding his sides and still laughing.  He paused for a moment and opened his eyes.  The craft wasn't in view.  He looked around.  The craft had moved to the north to a position about three hundred feet from him.  It was almost directly overhead. 

Although the ship was thirty yards in diameter, at that moment, it seemed it was a least a mile long.  The man had the distinct impression that the occupants of the craft knew he was there under the canopy of pine boughs.

Apprehension crept into his thinking.  All of a sudden, things didn't seem so funny.  He felt himself getting scared.

His thoughts turned to flight.  He turned in the direction of the path that would lead him to the safety of his house.  He started to run. 

Suddenly, he was unable to move.  His legs felt wooden, like they were dead.  His own body seemed unable to respond to the idea of flight.  No matter how hard he tried, his legs wouldn't operate.  He felt grateful he still seemed to be breathing.  Then, fear began to overwhelm him. 

The apprehension and dread he had felt turned to terror.  At that point, he heard the voice inside his head.

“DO NOT BE AFRAID!”

The End 

Author’s Note

Warning: Shameless Self Promotion below

This short short represents the prologue to the reprise of my book, “The Mission”; which I plan to release on Amazon Kindle in the future, if I ever stop procrastinating and if they ever let me out of this pulsating, glowing craft. . . Ed Benjamin

In the meantime, if you like you can check out my novella, “Harry’s War”, available on Amazon Kindle. US: http://tinyurl.com/7oqwv3n and UK: http://urlcut.me/aFZ