By Anahita Ayasoufi and Ramin Rahmani
The little cars, as we like to call them, since no one really knows if they are cars, appeared first on the airport highway, running at a hundred miles per hour in between real cars and trucks, sometimes under them, sometimes above them, flying without any visible wings, or drivers for that matter. They never seemed to run out of gas, or show any interest in stopping at a convenience store, or take any side-tracks. No one knew where they came from, just that they increased in number, covering most of the left lane of the highway in their perpetual speeding. Conspiracy theorists called it a stray-gone project of the government. ET-lovers called it an alien invasion. The police scratched their heads.
Debates are still running, although no longer heated, on what to do with them, shoot them, trap them, or let them be? They have harmed no one so far, and the air seems cleaner, somehow, wherever they speed. Perhaps they run on the pollution in the air. Perhaps they run on the attention they bring upon themselves. Perhaps they have an intention they’re speeding toward. No one knows. And the little cars go on spreading. Now every state has its own highways where left lane is taken by little cars, as we still call them, although the close-ups have shown they have no wheels, or windows.
Little cars have made people more observant, more conscious of something going on around them. There is talk that some people have spotted the little cars speeding in the oceans, cleaning the water. Some people have spotted them close to landfills, and the landfills seem to be shrinking.
We know the little cars are not natural species evolved from hedgehogs by some trick of evolution, no, it is a certainty now that they are constructed crafts, because close-ups show, under microscopes, traces of etching, forging, and cutting, by sophisticated tools, granted, but still crafts of intelligent minds and skillful hands, so skillful in fact, that they could only belong to another intelligent life, one who has been evolving beside us, without being seen, not because it was invisible or too small to track, but because it was very much like us, so much that it blended perfectly, so perfectly that it had to be us.
Bio: Anahita Ayasoufi teaches at East Tennessee State University. She has a flash piece published at Bosley Gravel’s Cavalcade of Terror. Ramin Rahmani is an engineer, and they are parents of two wonderful boys.