PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Drip drip drip
He couldn’t breathe because of the all-pervading stench that seeped into his bones.
To make it worse, it was cold and dark.
He squirmed and shuddered as something brushed his leg.
He wouldn’t scream.
He just wouldn’t.
That would spoil his chances.
A crackle and grunt
He held his breath. Was that…?
The darkness vanished.
“What are you doing here?”
“Mom!” He protested, “I was about the catch the alien.”
“Don’t worry darling, they are waiting for you at the dining table.”
“Yay!” He jumped up. “What did you make? Baked or stew…?”
“Earthlings are best roasted.”
A/N Yahoo! Finally managed to contribute to FF after a long time 🙂
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by the photo prompt or join in click here.