Bill and Mary had worried as their son grew lazy and withdrawn, glued to his computer.
They’d been hopeful when he joined Nu-You Gym, the latest craze, along with most of the town’s young people.
They were proud of him, handsome in his Nu-You t-shirt with its striking blue logo, and rejoiced when he trimmed down, sharpened up.
They laughed as the kids spray-painted the logo alongside the highway, east of town. “That’ll draw visitors. Good for business.”
They didn’t notice as he crept out and headed towards the highway, the night the strange lights drifted east over town and sank gently to earth.
This is my Friday Fictioneers offering for this week. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for selecting the weekly prompt and managing our hundred-word story collection.