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He slammed on the brakes.
“Move! Move! Move!”
“Alpha squad cover us!”
“Delta squad move on my mark!”‘
“Charlie, Bravo? Respond and verify location, we’re coming in hot!”
The chatter of the commands flew through the crackle of the two-way radio on his dashboard, barely audible through the tat-tat-tat of gunfire.
“Abie! Abie! Come in Abie!”
He heard his name but it didn’t register, not at that moment. It would register months later when he recalled this particular day to the authorities, however at that moment his mind was elsewhere. The black haired girl couldn’t have been older than ten. Her left shoulder pulled her body forward from the weight of the gleaming metallic arm; it looked far too big and heavy on her young body. Even through the dusty, cracked windshield of the jeep, he knew she wasn’t human; the long black hair twirled into tentacles that attached to the gargantuan left arm.
“Abie Prinsloo of Sector Swartkoppies, Southern Republic of the United Commonwealth of Africa, your presence has been requested.”
He sat in his vehicle, unsure as to what he should do. This was clearly not the enemy. He knew his enemy was human and this young creature before him (he assumed it to be young) was not anything he was expecting. She spoke again.
“Abie Prinsloo of Sector Swartkoppies, Southern Republic of the United Commonwealth of Africa, your presence has been requested.”
His shock wearing off, he managed to open his door and step out into the harsh sunlight, aware that he heard no gunshots nor any sounds of war where he was.
“Who are you?”
“There is no time to explain. My vessel slumbers soon.” The little girl turned around and he, could see the gaping wound in the girl’s head as she began to walk away. Feeling the skin on his arm tingle with tiny pinpricks, he followed the dying girl into one of the buildings. From here he could see what had attached itself to the hole in the girl’s head. He shivered.
I know it’s like Sunday but obligatory Flash Fiction short courtesy of Rachel Poli’s prompt.
Start the story with the following sentence: “He slammed on the brakes…”
A-Scribe To Describe 