Saucer Of Loneliness

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Minus, minus, minus, minus, minus, minus, one, one, one, one. Tonight, the time is June 25th, 1962, the place, a lonely beach, the story, saucer of loneliness by Theodore Sturgeon. My name is Jason Bernaietes.

I'm a newspaper reporter, 31 years old. I write poetry but I don't show it to anybody because they might laugh, and the things I write about are very important to me. I was an only child.

I never went with girls much because I'm too ugly, too sensitive, and they used to hurt me. I live alone. It isn't much fun. I'm not painting this picture myself to get sympathy. I don't need it.

But it's important that you should know the kind of person I am. Otherwise, you won't understand what I'm going to tell you. It happened tonight, the thing I'm going to tell you about, tonight. The 25th of June 1962.

I was down on the beach. What is it, kid? You've seen a cop around anyplace? On this beach? I found his pilot clothes down near the rocks, a lady's dressing in shoes. Did you see anybody? A girl?

I think so, but she was running along the sand on the moonlight. I yelled to her, but she just kept running and I found bees. Look kid, you go try to find a cop someplace. I'll see if I can find a girl.