Skeptic

“The northern lights don’t come this far south,” he said.

“If not the northern lights, what else could it be?”

We were both thinking it, but I refused to admit it out loud—didn’t want to see the smug satisfaction on his face.

I didn’t care how nonsensical it was for the ancient Egyptians to build the Great Pyramids with the tools they had at the time or that the gods of the ancient world sounded more like visitors from outer space.

Did we not read the same Bible after morning prayers? He would so quickly believe in aliens over angels and demons?

Suddenly a disc-shaped object flew overhead.

“Should I tell you what I see?” he asked.

“No.” I stormed inside, began my daily devotion.

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