tw100 drabble
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bluecastleSparked by watching some heat lighting flicker above me, I more or less wrote this in my head during the drive home from rehearsal last night ...
Title: The Devil’s in the Details.
Word Count: 100
Characters: Jack, Owen
Rating: G
Prompt: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100 Challenge: Gone Fishing
The alien ship hangs on the horizon, glowing phosphorescent yellow. Soundless lightning arcs against the roiling clouds, illuminating the holiday camp in flashes of light. There had been screaming, and running, but now a stunned hush has fallen as small groups huddle together, necks craned, watching the skies as people are plucked from the Earth by smaller vessels trailing long metal tentacles.
“When you suggested a fishing trip, Jack, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind!” Owen yells as he leaps from the SUV.
“Details, details,” Jack mutters as he punches buttons on his wrist strap with shaking fingers.
Title: The Devil’s in the Details.
Word Count: 100
Characters: Jack, Owen
Rating: G
Prompt: Written for the
tw100 Challenge: Gone FishingThe alien ship hangs on the horizon, glowing phosphorescent yellow. Soundless lightning arcs against the roiling clouds, illuminating the holiday camp in flashes of light. There had been screaming, and running, but now a stunned hush has fallen as small groups huddle together, necks craned, watching the skies as people are plucked from the Earth by smaller vessels trailing long metal tentacles.
“When you suggested a fishing trip, Jack, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind!” Owen yells as he leaps from the SUV.
“Details, details,” Jack mutters as he punches buttons on his wrist strap with shaking fingers.
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Date: 2010-06-01 07:44 pm (UTC)