Saturday, September 10, 2016

100 Words a Day 923

“Hey.” Gasper turned, feeling a tap on his shoulder and hearing Jenna’s voice echoing through his helmet. Her finger was pointing across the plains of swaying purple vegetation.

“What?”

“Look,” she pointed.

“I don’t see anything.”

“There’s something coming towards us.”

He squinted and shaded his eyes with his hand. Focusing for a few moments, he gradually made out a number of indistinct figures, tiny at such a distance.

“Uh oh,” he said.

“Who do you think they are?”

“I don’t know, but we shouldn’t stick around to find out.”


Jenna nodded and quickened her pace to a fast walk.

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