500 Word Short Story
The Early Harvest
Scott A. Gese


500 Word Short Story

“William, I'm not asking you again. Shut those dogs up!”

“I'm watching the teli. I'll do it in a minute.”

William Allen finished off his beer and cracked open another. He took it with him as he went out the back door to where the dogs were tied up.

“You boys need to quiet down or the misses will be sending you two down the road. And maybe me right behind you.” He tipped back his beer. When he looked up he almost choked. In the air just above his wheat field were two orbs of light, not much bigger than a basketball.

They were circling the area faster than he could track them. One second they were on his left, the next they were on his right. How they kept from running into each other was beyond Williams understanding.

William ran back toward the house. Tripped on the top step and fell through the door landing in a heap at his wife's feet.

“Where's my camera? There's something out there. I have to get a picture before they're gone.”

William picked himself up and ran for the camera. His wife went for the back door. By the time she got there, there was nothing to see. William came running out with his camera. “Where are they?” He exclaimed.

“Where are what?” His wife replied.

“The orbs. They were flying out over the wheat. Didn't you see them?”

“They were gone when I got here. How many beers have you had tonight?”

“I tell you, they were there. You'll see. Come tomorrow morning, first light, you'll see.”

“I'll see what?” She replied.

“What's out there. I know what it is just as sure as I'm standing here.”

William's wife went back into the house without another word.

The following morning, just before dawn, William and his wife were rudely awakened by a loud noise over the house. William put on his robe and ran down the stairs to the back door. When he stepped out he was met by a man in a military uniform. Overhead was a helicopter circling his wheat field. A man was leaning out the side door taking pictures.

“When were you going to harvest your wheat?” Asked the soldier.

“Not for another week,” replied William.

“The plan has changed. You'll harvest it today.”

“It ain't ready,” protested William.

“Harvest it today or watch it burn,” replied the soldier.

William went back to the house in a huff. “They want me to harvest the wheat,” he told his wife.

“But it ain't ready,” she protested.

“That's exactly what I said.”

William dressed, hid his camera under his jacket and headed out to the barn. Before he started the combine he climbed up into the loft and looked out over the field. “I knew it. A crop circle.”

William harvested the entire field as the soldier stood by and watched.

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