I shook my head slowly and tried to tell her it was nothing. She kissed me on the cheek and went back into the house to finish baking chocolate chip cookies, my favorite.
Picking up a pair of binoculars from a small, wicker table, I focused the lens. Gradually, his appearance sharpened.
There standing on a small hill at the edge of my cornfield was a young boy. I squinted, trying to see him better. First, I noticed a faint tinge of blue fill his eyes. As he waved, his hand revealed a small blue orb.
When I jumped up from the settee to get a better look, he was gone.