Flight to the Stars

by Roderick T. Long
[writing as “Starkill”]


[Written Nov. 10, 1974 (age 10) in Idaho Falls.]





Fall had come. Michael walked slowly through the frost-tinged autumn leaves, sending them scudding into the gutter.

I DON’T WANT TO GO TO SILVER LAKE,” he thought. “I’M TIRED OF PEOPLE TELLING ME WHAT TO DO!” There was an old tin can across the street, and Mike’s anger sent it hurtling with a crash and a bang against a tree.

I WISH I COULD GO HOME!” he thought. “BUT I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE HOME IS!

Michael trudged up the snow covered steps to the orphanage. But he had decided something. He had decided that he was not going to Silver Lake. He was going to run away.

That night, he opened the window and jumped out. He floated slowly down past five stories. Suddenly, as he landed on the ground, he became aware of a glowing blue light whose presence filled the courtyard. Suddenly, a weird trilling sound filled the night air. To his surprise, he found his mind replying in the same way. And just a few feet away, a man stood. His skin was silvery, and his clothes were blue and black. He was entirely bald and hairless, yet seemed very young.

“Who are you? What do you want?” said Michael.

A voice replied in his head: “THIS MORNING YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO GO HOME!,” it said. “WE HAVE COME TO TAKE YOU HOME!

Y-YOU MEAN —?,” said Michael.

YES! COME MIKEL 5!” And the silver man sent a blue ray spinning toward Mikel 5. And then the courtyard was empty.





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