Seaview Drone

At the purpling before dusk, the drone was heard before it was spotted, emitting a noise that reminded me of an eleven year old trying to mimic the sound of a motorcycle engine revving.  The flying machine sounded like the flapping wings of an enormous moth stuck between two sheets of wrapping paper.  The yellow light--did that mean it was recording?  A few inches above the power lines, it was floating steadily along the horizon. “Well that’s right out of a futuristic dystopian novel,” I noted. “More like a post apocalyptic b-movie,” Jason said. “A low budget one, for sure,” I agreed. We raised our beers in a toast as it disappeared behind the banyan tree.  On its second pass, I noticed something strange (as if a drone wasn’t strange enough).  There seemed to be a distortion in the air behind it. What’s that?” I pointed. “Chemtrails,” Jason mused. “Seriously.  That things battery operated, so it’s not supposed to be spewing out any fumes. ...