I looked at the the perfectly pitched tents.
It was a dream opportunity for me, studying the great fissure. A huge opening in earth had suddenly developed. The world’s governments assembled a team of experts to study the fissure and I was invited to be a part of it. I was about to enter my tent when I heard Dr. Manheim’s voice. I saw him standing at the fissure’s edge and ran up to him. He pointed inside the fissure and whispered.
“Is that an eye?”
Not one, but two gigantic eyes, and a snarling mouth were slowly getting closer…
(Find the sequel – Flash Fiction: Fissure 2 )