Short Fiction (2/100): Light

You always hear about people seeing them, y'know, lights in the sky. Aliens. UFOs, the old Unidentified Flying Objects as the military calls them, though after a lot of careful research, I've most got them identified. It's just like identifying a car model, really. Noticing how the body is shaped, the placement of the lights, the colors used, all that. It took a lot of work, of course. Lotta long hours staring at blurry photographs that stupid people think just look like thrown dishes or trashcan lids. We'd be so lucky, were that the case. Anything intelligent that could fit in a trashcan lid would be incapable of developing a weapon with a destructive range sufficient to cover earth. And that's what most of 'em are here to do, I'm guessing. Destroy us or enslave us.
But why, you're asking, if they're doing that, what's taking them so long? If they're just doing those, why haven't they done it yet? and that's simple. Time lapse between the two fleets. They send the scouts in for fiftyish of our years, their time may be experienced differently so perhaps even longer, those scouts tell them everything they know... and everything we know... and they make their decisions... are they going to kill us or enslave us? Who are they selling us to, if they're enslaving us? What will we end up doing for the rest of our lives, in their alien clutches? I don't know these answers. I wish I did. It would make it easier, watching the lights.The problem is, they're clever. And they don't have to be too clever. They pinpoint the crazy, the drunk, those distant from normal society, and take them and test them until they break. Nobody ever believes them. Nobody ever believes US. We're lunatics because that's easier to accept than the fact that any minute that fleet could dock in orbit and burst our planet like an interstellar zit.
As for their ships, well, who says that we can photograph them properly? They just look like trashcan lids on our stupid little obsolete cameras because they want us all to look crazy. those of us in the know. And that's why I'm afraid of those lights. I know a little too much for my own good. I know one day, as i walk back from the all-night taco joint down the street, with my food in a little white paper bag stained red with leaking salsa... and I'll see one of those lights again... and it'll get closer... too close.... and then... it'll open up above me and that light from above will open up... and in a moment I'll be gone. Forever. Lost in that light that nobody will believe is there.