A lot of writers joining in with adding their 100 word stories to ‘Friday Fictioneers’. Why not join them.
We stood huddled together in a field, a frightened crowd of men, women and children, watching through a gap in the clouds. The moon was definitely getting smaller.
“It’s happening then,” came a voice behind me, “They’re taking the moon, just like they said they would.”
“He’s right,” said a second person, “Yesterday they stole the sun, today it’s the moon. What will they do next?”
A fiercely bright light lit up the sky cutting short any further conversation. A voice emanated from the dark clouds and seemed to whisper to each of us,
“Make yourselves ready. Tomorrow I’m coming for you.”