|Pic Credit: Cloverfield Fandom|
“Juoron yoerie muelban. FALKRIF.”
The automaton reversed direction, mechanically gliding back
to the cockpit. The 1200-tonne amalgamation of steel and corboroxizone, gyrated
12 degrees northward, changing direction mid-flight, re-charting their course away
“That was genius, Gramps,” exclaimed 7-year old Sonspoa, 83
“We did what we had to do, champ. The virus spread. Millions passed.
Lockdown was imperative. It was painful. But infra-red concentrations thinned. The
only way to make ourselves invisible to the Alverki invasion.”
“Aww, you were a hero, Gramps,” crooned a
blissfully ignorant Sonspoa, unaware of the destruction history had left in its
Note: This is the first time I have ever attempted something around these lines and I must say this is totally out of my comfort zone! This 100-word micro-fiction is written for the Covid Crazies 2021 Edition of the Blogging from A-Z Challenge. The entire list of 2021 posts can be accessed here.