By Jim Hale
Sometimes I sit on my porch and watch what’s left of the landscape by my house. Since the great Invasion, most of what we considered normal has gone by the wayside. No trees, high temperatures, grass burned from February to November.
I serve as ambassador to the Invaders in my town, helping them select people for jobs, experiments, even as food. It’s not the best of jobs. In fact, if my townspeople knew, they would hang me. But I stay safe, and I’m provided food to eat. I know its source, but hunger does funny things. Besides, I’ve acquired a taste.
Eerie. Good job!
Thank you!!!!
Kudos to you. I like dark, but you’ve taken it to a new level: collaboration on steroids.
Thank you so much!!!!!
Eerie. Great last line.
Chilling and great story. Nice work!
Wow! Eerie, scary and dystopian, which is hard to pull off in 101 words. Reminiscent of Soylent Green.