Picture it and Write: All that remains

by joetwo

Hi there! This is my offering for this week’s picture it and write by Ermilia’s blog here. Once again the picture is not mine it is by Daimblond, I am only using it for inspiration. Anyway, enjoy.

The sheriff sat sullenly in his office, staring at the wall, as if pondering something deeply depressing. He had been there all night and was close to exhaustion. He was ready to pack it in and go home when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

It was Fitzgerald, his deputy. “Sheriff. Billy Wilder is at the desk. He says he found something interesting.”

The sheriff sighed. Billy was one of those crackpots who was always calling in about one conspiracy or another. He didn’t have the patience to deal with him now. “Jesus Lucy! Could you send him away until tomorrow?”

“I tried to fob him off Sheriff but he insists. Says it is for your eyes only. Sorry.”

“Fine! Tell him he only has a few minutes. I’m late for dinner.”

Fitzgerald went out and a couple of seconds later in came Billy, he was skinny and unkempt with a wild beard and head of hair that the sheriff distinctly remembered having pulled backwards through a hedge on several occasions. He had the wild eyes and excited manner of the zealot. Something had tripped his fancy and it would be a simple manner to calmly and succinctly identify whatever piece of “evidence” he came with and send him on way.

“OK” the sheriff said, with was much distain as he could manage, “what do you have this time.”

Billy removed a cloth bag from his coat and stuck his hand within it. “I was out ‘coon hunting went there was a meteor shower out over the swamp. You must have been able to see it from here. It was a little over two hours ago. It was spectacular.”

The sheriff nodded, he remembered.

“Well, with all the lights in the sky, something came all the way down and crashed into the creek. I ran over, about thirty feet to where it hit and I could see some bubbling in the water.”

“So it was a meteorite?” the sheriff asked. They could be valuable, Billy might have been requesting for him to lock it up until he could contact a buyer.

“I thought so first. But when I went into the water to see what it was, it didn’t look like any space rock I’ve seen before. It was square.”

“Square?” Asked the sheriff, suddenly interested.

“Yeah Sheriff! Square! It must have been at least four feet on each side. It had gotten pretty busted up in the fall, there was a hole on one side. I stuck my hand in and found these.” He pulled something out of the bag. The sheriff stood to get a better look. They were three ceramic rings, each about an inch and a half in diameter. There were gold flecks in the purplish color of the material. The Sheriff glazed one with his finger.

“It feels cold. Doesn’t it?” Billy asked. When the sheriff nodded he continued “It feels like metal but it looked like plastic. I have never seen anything like this before. I think it may have come down of some government satellite, or maybe the Russians or even the Chinese. Whoever sent it. I think the papers are going to want to know about it.”

The sheriff put up his arms to stop Billy. “Listen Billy, before we tell anybody anything we are going to need more information. The first thing you are going to have to do is take me out to where this thing came down. Are you sure you can find it again?”

Billy nodded “Sure Sheriff. I know that place like the back of my hand. I could find it with my eyes closed.”

“Good! You go to Lucy and get yourself a cup of coffee. I need to check something before we go.”

With Billy out of the room the sheriff took the three rings in his hands and stared at them intently. He then put them down carefully on his desk and walked to the wall. He shifted his hands with practiced ease and found the hidden latch opened the compartment hidden behind an innocuous picture. He looked in and surveyed the contents. Inside were a couple of books, some strange looking equipment and five similar rings.

The sheriff took the three rings and placed them carefully with the others. Closing the compartment he thought of the feeling of despair he felt as he saw the lights in the sky. That was now gone, Billy’s find could change everything. After years of waiting things were finally ready to fall into place.

For the sheriff knew for a fact that those rings came from far further than Russia or China, that inside each of those rings was an individual, not even remotely human, but close enough to pass unheeded on these primitive streets, and that right now in the swamp thousands of his brothers and sisters were waiting to be revived.     

As the sheriff put on his jacket he took his gun from its holster and checked it over. Billy and Fitzgerald may cause problems but they could easily be dealt with. All that mattered now was getting to the rings.

Stage two was about to begin.

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