Sitting at the breakfast table I watched my brother putting on his dusty shoes. With my stomach growling, I took a bite of eggs that my mother had plopped on my plate. As usual the eggs were dry so I reached for my cup of milk then I noticed an orange colored triangular shape on my arm. With a puzzled look on my face, I asked my mother about it.
Before my mother could answer, my older brother spoke up. “Don’t you remember?” he asked. “I have one too,” he added. I could not remember anything happening last night. Then he began to tell the story. “We went out to the UFO hot spot in the desert. We went with a group of my friends,” he said. I was skeptical about what he was saying. My brother continued, “You see it was cloudy last night, the stars weren't even out. We were about to leave when, out of the clouds there appeared a circular shaped Unidentified Flying Object. It had strobe lights of all colors and shapes. I don't know what happened after that. The next thing I know was that I awoke in my bed here at home. I had these strange triangular markings on my arm.”
Just as I began to be frightened, my mother walked over with a wet paper towel and washed the triangular shaped tattoo off my arm. “You need to stop believing his UFO stories.” she said to me in a scolding tone of voice.