Flash Fiction: Fissure

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 )


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Kira’s Sunday Scribbles 24th Feb, 2019

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