meetup short stories geneva

 A week ago there was one of them, very high in the sky, roaming around, like looking for a pray that could be hidden anywhere in the valley. That happened one time, after the long Sunday walk I usually have after lunch. And then, the next day, but then it was during the morning when I was climbing the hills looking for something tasty in the forest. Then in the clearing, I saw I was right. I mean, it was the same strange noises I heard the day before. I saw it going around from here to there. It was having fun like drawing circles in the air, maybe?. This time I realized it could be not only this valley, but the whole area this “creature” was interested in. It’s trying to memorize the valleys, the rivers, the human roads, and main buildings, I thought. 

Then everything went normal, no strong sounds, no nothing until yesterday. Yesterday morning a flock passed by in straight lines. If I had to report this to someone, I would say there were 200 hundred of them. Maybe more. But who knows? and how to count them. There were many. I tried, covering my eyes to see better, they would one after another cover and uncover the sun, in turns as the columns advanced. Then it was quiet again, but later again, in the afternoon, they came back. Same formation, but probably ⅔ of what they were before. Today I hoped on top of my bird, I wanted to see up close. I took flight and when I was right above the clouds, I saw the flock coming.

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I heard the doorbell ringing downstairs. I looked through the windows, people were passing by or shopping in the winter market, but no one was standing by the door! Suddenly the entrance’s door slams on the ground level. It was windy. Maybe I left it open this morning after coming back from the groceries shop? I felt the sweet fragrance of oranges. I went downstairs. My girlfriend had just arrived, and a big bag of fruits was lying on the countertop.