This week’s Friday Fictioneers was a photo of part of a structure quite familiar to me! As I’m afloat in France (Canal de Bourgogne) at the moment, I might not get round this week’s submissions as quickly or comprehensively as I’d like. My mobile connection is in the lap of the ‘internet gremlins’. Please bear with me.
Annie was reluctant but I urged her into the canoe.
This old aqueduct was our only chance. Our pursuers were clever, but helpless without the energy they drew from the earth’s crust. Over water they perished.
The government, safely anchored off the coast was promising effective retaliation against the aliens. Huge laboratories floated on lakes as scientists worked round the clock developing weapons, gases, viruses. Those of us still on land sought shelter where we could.
I began to row.
And as Annie screamed and disintegrated into a heap of red crystals behind me, I realised these efforts were futile; the invaders were amongst us already.