• the_novel_idealist

15 November 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday

The crack in the pavement reverberated through the streets, its dull, echoing boom reaching every building on every corner of the city.

It had fallen from the sky, at such a pace too that the smoke that had followed the thing's descent had only now begun to dissipate.

The crowds formed, all staring, muttering nervously, none of them daring to approach.

“Stand back!” came the shouts of the approaching police.

The dust, swirling frantically for minutes, slowly began to subside, and the spherical pod cracked open, hissing, revealing the naked figure of... but it surely could not be, a human.