Why aren’t they listening to me? I’ve stood on the plinth, overlooking the city, for years – keeping watch. Now that I’ve spotted something nobody seems to want to know.
“They’re coming!” I scream, pointing to the sky on the horizon. But nobody cares. Nobody’s listening.
Once these heavy clouds lift they’ll see for themselves but by then it’ll be too late. Thousands of alien spaceships, nothing more than bright pin pricks in the sky, coming this way.
They see this as their ‘New World’, their fresh start and they have no intention of sharing it with us worthless humans.
100 word story for Friday Fictioneers