The pencil-thin man in the stiff, dark suit remained unmoved. He readied a fresh sheet of paper and switched the tape recorder back on.
‘Once again, Sir, please.’
I was exhausted. I’d been there for hours, or was it days?
‘As I’ve already told you, we were out night fishing on Jessop’s creek. Something came out of the water – something big. Lights flashing all over, but silent.…and then it was just gone. That’s what happened.’
The man sighed. Nothing I could say seemed to satisfy his questions.
‘What do you want?’ I asked.
‘Only the truth, Sir: that you saw nothing. Now, shall we try once more?’
These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge