Sticky in Prattville

By Donna Wilson

A young female reporter hears news about a UFO sighting and landing in a town called Prattville, out in the middle of nowhere. Deciding to investigate the matter, she enters the small town, where there appears to be an alien-induced non-stop orgy in progress.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thomas Wainwright
• Release date: Nov 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370242382

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Sticky In Prattville

Donna Wilson

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Copyright 2017 Thomas Wainwright

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The road ahead of her seemed endless, straight. There was no relief; that is, she saw nothing, no gas station, no trees, no nothing; just the same, endless, repetitive views of rocks, sag brush, and tumbleweeds.

She was in the middle of writing another book, or rather, doing the research on a book. Like a number of books in recent years, it was to be a book about UFO's, aliens, flying saucers, and the like. She knew it was already a pretty much worn out subject, and that there were many things that she shouldn't carry on about, like government conspiracies and all that shit. Hell, that was old news. What she needed was local color and thoughts about things.

There had been a wave of sightings over and around this little town in the Midwest, where most of the people were farmers that had fields of wheat, corn, and things like that. Well, that was the way the place looked, anyway. There was even a report of a crop circle not too far out in the middle of no where. What kind of farms and crops grew out here, she wondered. It would be a great place to grow cactus and tumbleweeds, is all she could figure out.

She would investigate that, also, and take some pictures if need be. Not the cactus and the tumbleweeds, but the crop circle, if it was there.

There was a sign ahead, and that was where her GPS told her she was going to turn right.

It was a dismal looking road. There wasn't anything, anywhere near her. Just a long,