By Pickle
I had been deposited back on the cowpath exactly in the spot from where I’d been abducted. I was again dressed as I’d been before it all happened, and seemingly no worse for wear. I lay there face-down on the muddy cowpath for a few minutes, soaked to the hide from the rain that was pelting down upon me and covered in muck, just trying to gather my wits.
I had memories of what I thought had happened but wasn’t sure if they were real. I thought I MUST have been hit by lightening and it had short-circuited my brain enough to give me those hallucinations, but I felt fine … better than I had ever felt, really REALLY good in fact. Kind of euphoric, but also full of energy and strength.
I felt around to the back of my neck, and sure enough, there was a slight, thin ridge. I’d be checking that out with mirrors as soon as I got inside my farmhouse. I checked my watch and it was only a little more than an hour after I’d left the cottage. In my mind, it had felt like days that I’d been aboard that starship, if I indeed HAD been.
