Raining Spacemen All of the breath whooshed out of Jean's body upon impact, the ground beneath him buckling and breaking. He stared dazedly up at the drifting clouds above, wondering if he could see where he tumbled through them.Raining Spacemen6 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"So, what manner of spaceman be yah?" someone asked from his left.
Jean blearily turned to look at the man wearing raggedy old clothes, and a hat that shaded his eyes. "Spaceman?"
"You landed like a meteor, sonny. Got to be a man from space," the old man said. "Folks 'round here call me Ziggy. What about you?"
"Jean." He sat up to look at the golden stalks surrounding them. "I suppose a spaceman is a good enough description, if a little odd. Where are we?"
"Where all the madmen go, of course." Ziggy grinned at him, teeth yellowed. "The country."
"Ah." Jean felt like that should have meant something, some joke he should have gotten. "Of course."
Ziggy held out a