Night of the Meteor

[CodexGigas]

Mike, a typical suburban guy, finds a meteorite has landed right in his back yard. A hidden passenger in the space-rock hijacks Mike's mind and body. An homage to campy sci-fi/horror B-movies.

The Night of the Meteor

Everyone in suburbia has a hobby. Sometimes it's a secret passion, sometimes it just serves to while away the hours, and sometimes it serves to mask the emptiness of suburban life. For Mike Thompson, stargazing was all these things.

Every night after his t.v. dinner, Mike would walk out to the back porch of his two-bedroom bungalow and search the night skies for meaning. He never expected to find something important, much less for something important to find him.

It was a crisp autumn evening when Mike first spotted the meteor, and a cold autumn night when the meteorite ruined Mike's yard. Mike hurried out in a bathrobe to see what had caused the thundering boom. There in the twisted wreckage of his barbecue pit sat a copper-colored meteorite. Like any true suburbanite, Mike's first thought was how much it would cost to replace the ruined barbecue. At least the plastic flamingos in the front yard were okay.

The meteorite wasn't very big, maybe the size of a peach-pit. It filled the night air with the sharp tang of ozone. Smart enough to let the glowing space-rock to cool, Mike pulled up a lawn chair and waited. An hour later, the meteorite was on the stove top, sitting on the oven mitt Mike had used to retrieve it. The coppery lump had an oily green sheen in the dim light of the stove hood, like the slick spot beneath a leaky car.

The nearest observatory was half an hour away, and the natural history museum was a county over. Scientific inquiry would have to wait until the weekend. The meteorite went into a Tupperware container. It didn't matter, though. When Mike walked back into his bedroom, he took with him the only thing of scientific interest the meteorite had carried.

Mike very rarely drank coffee, but the morning after the meteorite had ruined his barbecue he needed it. Badly. Never before had he been so bleary and unfocused in the morning. Mike was so out of it he nearly forgot about the meteorite. He put the Tupperware in his glove box, planning to drop it off at the observatory after work.

Work passed by in an uneventful blur. After work, Mike's coworkers talked him into a round of drinks at the local watering hole. Whether it was bad traffic or getting lost, by the time Mike got to the bar his coworkers were already working on their second pitcher. Mike did his best to catch up.

Three beers and two shots of whiskey later, the organism the meteor had been carrying pushed its way through Mike's feeble thoughts, splitting open the alcohol-induced seams in the psyche as it squeezed into the human's mind.

It had been travelling thousands of years, and it was hungry.

[Wild]

...why would you stop there! The appetite has been whet!

[howardbeatman]

Great last line. Keep it up!

[CodexGigas]

Next segment may take a little longer than expected. I lost what I had because I thought the site kept drafts.

[Xyggurat]

Originally Posted by CodexGigas

Next segment may take a little longer than expected. I lost what I had because I thought the site kept drafts.

Oh no! Notepad is your friend.

-X-

[michaelv2]

Great start! Love the pink flamingos.