I knew something wasn’t right the moment I stepped out of the office. My surroundings hissed and hummed noisily with warnings of a storm. Yes, I have a special six sense and it told me this was no ordinary storm. Quickly, I crossed the parking lot to my car and slammed the driver side door shut. Slowly, I closed my eyes and took several breaths. It’s just a storm, I told myself. No big deal.
As I got on the highway, the sky began changing, from its usual shade of blue to yellow to flaming red. The humming grew louder, so loud I could no longer hear the news reporter on the radio nor could I concentrate switching my foot from gas to the brake as the highway turned into a parking lot. Suddenly, everyone got out of the car and gazed unblinkingly at the blood red sky. I got out too.
As the large black disk emerged from the clouds, everything became silent – car engines no longer humming, phones and radios silent, civilization wiped.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.