Behind the shrubs, Aggie and I waited; night-vision goggles and accompanying camera paraphernalia in hand.
We’d heard the rumors … glowing beings appeared once darkness arrived to play what seemed to be a hybrid of American football and classic soccer.
No one personally admitted to having actually witnessed this.
But there was proof, of sorts.
“The crystal ball midfield… the Y-shaped goals… were not authorized. One morning, they were just there.”… our local tabloid quoted Headmaster Marshall Eraticas.
Tonight, The Tattler, our school paper, would break this story.
The truth would come out.
All we had to do was wait.
Written for Friday Fictioneers: October 4, 2019.
