Creative Writing: Fodren Borden Drones

In the classroom the shades were drawn. It was Saturday and there were no classes. Borden was looking at the pictures the drone had taken of the gorge. Most of them were too cloudy to see anything, but the color pervaded in various hues on the newly widened and deepened cavern that once was a normal gorge with trees and brush and birds. None of that remained. He was getting disenchanted with the images when the last few revealed activity at the seemingly fathomless bottom. There were figures that looked like the one they witnessed at the cabin moving around, digging, looking upward. Then, the drone was thrown about, focus failing. A blinding light, then darker pink color descended upon the device that was taking pictures. The drone automatically ascended between the sphere-like red ball that was fitting itself into the new gorge and the glowing wall. It zipped up and out and appeared in the hissing, humming vapor hovering above. Borden had called it back. The scenery was blurry and white with stark branches sticking out of the snow and dark trees standing side by side. There was a close up of the fender of the vehicle then, suddenly the footage stopped, and the screen went black. The drone lay on the table next to the monitor. Raman was asleep on the floor with a rolled up sleeping bag for a pillow. He didn’t look well. Len was going to take him to the hospital after John
“My God! We’ve got to get up there and call for back up. Can you get NASA to respond to our inquiries? I think something has landed.” He turned to see Raman stretched out on the floor. “Is he dead?” John was surprised to see him prone on the classroom floor. “No, but I have to get him to the hospital. He has some kind of disorder that makes him sick. Actually, he has a lot of health problems. He shouldn’t have come. I’m going to drop him off then, I will go with you. Is Samiq coming