Ficlets

“It’s real, and people have died for knowing too much, Terry. I know too much.”

“Tell me what happened or I’m leaving. I don’t believe you, and neither does your family. Hell, Julie and the kids wouldn’t even recognize you. Look at you!”

“It was a prototype – a new government craft with cloaking capabilities. It was developed on another planet, Terri. They’re real. It’s true!”

“Damn it, Sam! I’m leaving. I’m leaving right now. Stop this.”

“I’m in danger, Terri. For what I’ve done – for going to the media with the pictures and my story. I’m telling you – they’ll come after me. You should just go home and leave me. Leave me here to die!” Sam dropped the bottle of rum, spilling puddles of alcohol on the cracked ice.

“I know you’re in danger. You’re killing yourself. You’ve been drinking ever since you woke up today.”

“You owe me, Terry.”

“Be straight up with me, man. Just don’t do this.”

“You owe me, Terry.”

“I know. I’m going to get you out of here. Somehow I’m going to help you get through this.”