The sky was set ablaze by a single point of light, a roasting oven filled with dry heat. His feet set down against something hard – rock, the gods be praised, solid underfoot.
A chorus-line of high-pitched harmonies, entwined, sinuous, screeching out for attention.
Terrible trip. It felt like weeks, like months – the slow refilling of his hydraulic joints, a millennia of aches and pains. It felt like eternity, but that’s Substance K for you. K’ral and the gang must’ve left him to burn off these hallucinations…
Just enjoy it.
Play with these toy cars and the squishy, screaming apes.
Just a quick story for this weekend’s io9 writing prompt (the groovy image above.) I also squeezed it down to 100 words – a drabble – to qualify for Chuck Wendig’s latest Flash Fiction Challenge over on Terrible Minds.
Comments and criticism always welcome!
And, perfect timing, I just wrote a little thingy about under-represented monsters…