Are you a published author looking to expand your reach? Find out how Living With Retirement can help you.    <Find Out More Here>

Short Story Fiction
The Early Harvest
Scott A. Gese

Crop circles and a Government cover-up. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Come morning he would know for sure.

the early harvestWikimedia Commons

Bethany Allen was fed up with the noise. “William, I’m done asking. Shut those dogs up!”

“I’m watching the teli. I’ll do it in a minute,” replied William.

William Allen finished off his beer and headed for the back door. He stopped off at the frig and grabbed another on his way out. He took it with him along with a flashlight as he went out to where the dogs were penned up for the night.

“You boys need to quiet down or the misses will be sending you down the road, and maybe me right along with you.” He tipped back his beer. As he brought down the bottle he almost choked. In the sky just above his wheat field were two orbs of light They weren’t much bigger than a basketball.

They were circling the area faster than he could track them. One second they were on his left, the next they were on his right. What they were was beyond Williams understanding.

William dropped his beer and ran back toward the house. He tripped on the top step and fell through the back door landing in a heap at his wife’s feet.

“Where’s my camera? There’s something out there. I have to get a picture before they’re gone.”

William picked himself up and ran for the camera. His wife went for the back door. By the time she got there, there was nothing to see. William came running out with his camera. “Where are they?”

“Where are what?”

“The orbs. They were flying out over the wheat. Didn’t you see them?”

“There were no orbs out there when I got here. How many beers have you had tonight?”

“I tell you, they were there. You’ll see. Come tomorrow morning, first light, you’ll see.”

Bethany wasn’t following. “I’ll see what?”

“What those orbs were doing out there. It’ll be there just as sure as I’m standing here.”

“And what might that be?”

Williams reply was as serious as a man could be. “Crop circles.”

Bethany wasn’t having any part of William’s drunken hallucinations. She went back into the house without another word.

The following morning at the crack of dawn, William and his wife were rudely awakened by a loud noise over the house. William put on his robe and ran down the stairs to the back door.

When he stepped out he was met by a man in a military uniform. Overhead was a helicopter circling his wheat field. A man was leaning out the side door taking pictures.

“When were you going to harvest your wheat?” Asked the soldier.

“I don’t plan to harvest for another week,” replied William. “It’s not quite ready yet.”

“The plan has changed. You’ll harvest it today.”

“I just told you it ain’t ready.”

“Harvest it today or watch it burn,” replied the soldier as he turned and walked away.

William went back to the house in a huff. “They want me to harvest the wheat,” he told his wife.

“But it ain’t ready.”

“That’s exactly what I said, but they’re not listening.”

“What the heck is going on, William?”

“Not sure but I’m about to find out. I think it has something to do with what I told you last night.”

“Crop circles?”

William didn’t say another word. He dressed, hid his camera under his jacket and headed out to the barn.

While he was in the house, a reporter from the local paper showed up. He wasn’t allowed to take pictures and was ushered back to his car and ordered to leave.

When William came back outside he was stopped by the soldier. “Where are you heading?”

“You said I had to harvest today. I ain’t gonna do it by hand. My equipment is in the barn.”

“You only need to harvest within the area where we place markers.”

“Well gee, that’s mighty kind of you,” William sarcastically replied.

He continued to the barn but before he started the combine he climbed up into the loft and looked out over the field. “I knew it,” he commented to himself. “A crop circle.” He pulled out his camera and started snapping pictures.

William harvested his field where the circle was as several soldiers stood by and watched.

The following day he went down to the local paper. He showed them the pictures and offered to sell them along with an interview. He was hoping to make up the difference for his early harvest.

The paper knew a story when they saw one and agreed.

The story came out the following day. Everyone was happy… except for those who were trying to keep the incident under wraps.

© Copyright 2021 by Scott A. Gese All Rights Reserved.

You Might Also Like These Stories

Thank you for your support of this site. Click the Buy Me a Coffee button below to find out more.

Please Share this Website

Add this site to your social media pages by using the social media buttons below. Your friends will thank you for it.

Our Top Five Most Read Articles/Short Stories for the Month of March
(and Five From the File)
<HERE>

Newest Article

Struggling With Balance Issues Could Become a Downfall for Older Adults

balanceRDNE Stock Project/Pexels

As we age, maintaining balance becomes increasingly vital to our overall well-being. While mental and emotional balance is essential for a fulfilling retirement lifestyle, physical balance plays a crucial role in staying active, independent, and injury-free.<Read The Full Article Here>

Newest Short Story

Chester Franks, Nobody Special
      By Scott A. Gese

chester franksKristina Tamasauskaite/Unsplash

Chester Franks was believed to be nobody special. That’s because his neighbors didn’t really know him.<Read the full story HERE> 

Newest Classic Film

Sunset Boulevard

sunset boulevard

(1950) William Holden, Gloria Swanson, Erich von Stroheim, Nancy Olson.

A struggling screenwriter becomes entangled with a fading Hollywood star, whose obsession and delusions lead to a dark and tragic tale of fame, love, and madness.

Watch The Full Movie Here