
[In homage to Stephen Spielberg and Arkady & Boris Strugatsky]
They came in great flying ships that blotted out the sky. Like inverted pyramids with radio masts. The ships I mean, not the Overlords. We knew them as Overlords, because it was so written on the sides of the vessels.
With lutes and bagpipes we met them, hoping music might communicate. And they spared us.
But they erected a scaffold on the summer meadow, and we were afraid. They capered there with stringed devices that blasted sound.
The next day, they were gone. The meadow is covered in strange litter. Perhaps some of it has power.
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
Glastonbury 🙂 PS I think Steven’s Spielberg not Speilberg)
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Thanks, Jilly. No, Toto, we’re not in Glastonbury any more
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Intriguing. Wonder if they’ll be back?
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Thanks, Tannille. Maybe their grandchildren will come by again on their way from here to there
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We now know what to do when such ‘overloads’ really land here!
Let’s all start rehearsing our music. Yes, it has great power to communicate!
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That’s a plan
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Surrealism or sci-fi, I don’t care, I just love this.
‘stringed devices that blasted sound’ made me laugh
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Thanks so much
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Greeting them with bag pipes is sure to get things off on the wrong foot.
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There’s just naething like the pipes, laddie
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Technically a weapon of war, I believe
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🙂
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Dear Neil,
Alien Woodstock? You left me with more questions than answers and I am entertained.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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The Roadside Picnic by the Strugatsky brothers is a sci-fi classic
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Oops. Not familiar. Guess I gotta whole lotta Googling to do. 😉
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Stringed decices that blasted sound — it is not easy to view our world from an alien’s eyes. Superb rendition!
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Thanks so much, Reena
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Excellent and so imaginative. Really loved reading this, Neil.
Susan A Eames at
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Thanks so much, Susan
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Ah! Time travel! I don’t know about the litter but music does have power.
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Thanks for reading
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Sounds like Tuesday morning at Max Yasgur’s farm!
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Now I know who Max Yasgur was
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That is pretty cool, Neil. Good perspective and interesting ways of describing it.
Five out of five “Fly Me To The Moon”s.
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Thanks so much, William
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I wonder what planet they invaded, only to leave litter. Well written.
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Thanks, Liz. Tourists are messy creatures the universe over
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You had me sniggering with this story, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Penny
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I’m not sure what it all means, but I don’t need to. Your story is mesmerizing.
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Thanks so much, Jade. I don’t think it means very much.
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LOL, this is the second story I’ve read about alien visitation and almost feeling like maybe I missed the cue. I like how this one adds a mysterious note in terms of the litter. Perhaps it is instructions for how to come to their next concert? 😉 Great story.
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Thanks so much
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The Overlords Of Rock! Nice, imaginative take.
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Thanks so much
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Nothing like the day after those stringed devices that blasted sound have done their thing that we see what’s left behind…
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Even the Overlords’ trash may have magical powers
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Stringed devices that blasted sound. That could have been my father talking… 🙂 nicely done.
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Thanks, Sandra
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I am not surprised they didn’t stay, how could they compete with stringed devices in comparison to bagpipes and lutes. I wonder if the Overlords decide that such country people couldn’t be converted. (to what I’ve no idea).
I felt a sense of peace when reading this, and think perhaps the aliens from space won’t eat us after all. It is the aliens amongst us that I worry about, those that spread diseases.
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I’m glad it gave you a sense of peace
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I love this! Fear defeated by music. And maybe it IS just litter 🙂
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But very very advanced litter
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Seems like littering and music is universal.
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And don’t forget tourism
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Haha! Funny.
Those pesky musical aliens and their concerts. Could at least clean up after themselves
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Thanks, Laurie. They’re for it when their parents find out where they’ve been
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What a delightful imagination you have! I enjoyed so much about this. (The meadow is covered in strange litter – a bit like my piece about Woodstock. I can’t imagine what that field looked like when the masses left.)
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Thanks so much, Alicia
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i guess our options as earthlings are limited. still, we can have fun. 🙂
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Many of the interplanetary rock festivals are still happening
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Well, you don’t want to hold a music festival on your own planet. Too much mess.
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Exactly
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I imagine they approached and collected the litter with great caution and awe. Another man’s trash…
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Some of the trash certainly has unusual properties
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Oh! That would be one heck of an out of this world concert! 🙂
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And they have the litter to prove it happened
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LOL. Yes, someone always has to clean up the mess …
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Cool story!
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Thanks, Dawn
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Loved this. However, I’m so focused on the litter they left behind. Confetti from the most brilliant composition ever for the humans to put together to learn? So well done, Neil. And I have to check out Arkady & Boris Strugatsky. I’d never heard of them before. Don’t you feel like we’re always playing catch-up in a game of learning everyt but thing we can but probably never will?
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Just trash. But trash from a very advanced civilisation might well pose opportunities and threats for us
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A rock band touring other planets, that puts the Rolling Stones to shame.
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Looks like they’ll live long enough to achieve it
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Ah! Ha!
This one’s exclusive and surreal.
I’m curious to know about the power of the litter strewn in the meadows, and what finally came of it.
https://natashamusing.com/2020/05/a-star-is-born-fridayfictioneers-fridayfotofiction/
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One enterprising villager will make his fortune from the litter
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I love the collision of Overlords and the link to muddy raucous festival sites. Beautifully done.
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Thanks so much
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