First Meeting

A nicely clanky flight of shiny metal stairs. A handful of figures in spray-painted clothes. A curious, unaware small boy, pyjamas on, sandwich on lap, switches on a boxy old TV, stares at the flickering screen. Silvery boots climb, metal stairs thunk. Boy stops chewing. Checks behind his chair. More steps clatter, an unceasing flow of metallic warriors swarm, fill …