He looked up just in time to see a column of white light receding into the clouds, leaving three wraithlike strangers in the middle of the road. A Jack Russell terrier barking from behind a gate caused him to glance up and alerted him to our arrival. The newspapers hit the driveways and verandas with a thud, and the boy smiled smugly whenever he estimated right. He seemed to be playing a mental game with himself to estimate where exactly he could get each paper to land. It was misty and the boy was wearing a hooded jacket. He was on his bicycle with the newspapers rolled like batons in plastic wrap. We had hoped our descent would go unnoticed, which it mainly did, save for a thirteen-year-old boy doing a paper round. I remember it was almost dawn when we landed because the streetlights were still on. OUR arrival didn’t exactly go as planned.
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