Road blocks and closed sign lined the roads but it didn’t stop people from heading to the alien landing site. The officials had tried quickly to get there to protect the area and start a cover up but it hadn’t worked.
Now, the too few police were trying to crowd control but there were too many people. There was a surge forward to the alien craft, voices rose shouting all kinds of things that blended into one sound.
There was a hiss of steam that fogged the area around as the alien ship’s door opened…
Penny couldn’t walk passed a bookshop without going in. She might own a library at home all ready but she never knew what she was going to find on the overfilled shelves and sagging tables. Penny loved old books the best, ones that had been abandoned in attics just waiting to be re-discovered with their characters frozen in time.
Penny ran fingers over broken spines, slipping any book that caught her attention out to view further. Soon, she had pile in her arms and unable to hold any more went to the counter to pay.
He was close. He stood on the small around about, car horns beeping at him as the drivers zoomed over the stone cobble roads. He held up the phone and watched as on the screen came the image of everything around him. Then a hit; The Arc de Triomphe.
He smiled, of course it would make sense that the Geocache would be there! He waited till, he could cross the road enough then hurried over. A few moments later, he found the plastic box tugged into a corner.
The art competition was under way. Artists had started at first light, sketching their master pieces on the closed road. The crowds had gathered, stopping to stare, talk and point. The judges made the rounds, muttering to themselves.
Jason sat back from his grizzly bear holding a rainbow tuna. He had finished and felt, with a glance at the nearest paintings, that he was in with a good chance of winning. And what a prize! A nice payout, his paintings in the gallery and a boost to his name.
The judges came by and Jason held his breath whilst they decided.