Overtime cRRUUNCh!

Finally I heard his baritone flutter about. “Some…” he was trying to suck in air and respond with haste to quell my jitters. “Invisi- blow.”

“So you weren’t jumped?” I investigated. When no answer came but shallow wheezing, I relented my curiosity. “Take your time, man, breathe easy.”

It must have really been a clandestine wallop. It took a lot to discombobulate the tough old bird.

Eventually I heard, “Hit me... in the ribs.”

“Did you feel any texture?’ I asked. “Take me back over the steps leading up to the event.” After some seconds of listening to his airways become less ragged, he piped - “Extraordinary. It rocked me like a cattle prod. I didn’t see anything, no shadows, nothing. Just, Bam!”

“Hmm, not exactly comforting,” I sailed. “I didn’t see anything either.”