“Mother of God,” Private Sanchez says. He’s pale as he stares at the mothership hovering a mile above us.
“Huge, isn’t it?” I point to the ship’s underbelly. “See those two vats? Command says the fuel tanks are full of human blood.”
“So Earth’s just a fuel station to them?” He looks like he’s gonna puke.
I shrug. “Galaxy’s a messed up place.”
I grab the targeting laser and mark a structural weak point.
“Don’t worry,” I say as the air strike approaches, “it’ll be like popping a tick.”
Sanchez vomits.
I cover my head before it starts to rain.
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Eric Fomley’s stories have been published at Clarkesworld, Daily Science Fiction, and Galaxy’s Edge Magazine. More of his stories can be found on his website ericfomley.com.
You’ll also find a bunch of Eric’s stories here on Stupefying Stories, at this link. Personally, I’d start with “End Program.”
This week’s Pete Wood Challenge
was to write a 150-word or less story that includes the word,
“Rain.” To see the previous
winners of previous
challenges, click this link.
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