Night Plane

Flying lowish over the ocean, Henri Claude got the shock of his life when something – what exactly he could not tell – but for a pair of bulbous black eyes in a fish bowl - flew at him out the moonlit clouds. Holy shit! He cried as the oversize butterfly wings fluttered above the cockpit. What’s going on!

The weird creature did not seem hostile, however – just kept staring at him out of those bulbous black eyes and kind of gurgling inside the fish bowl. The Frenchman - refusing to give in to this apparition – nor daring to think of it as the omen, presage of things to come turned up the volume on Burning Ring of Fire and closed his eyes. When Henri Claude blinked again, the weird creature had disappeared to leave him staring down those other chimeras of the dark skies - the coastguard.