VIVIDLY

They are coming.

They descended from the stars. Now they rain fire from them.

They have already engulfed other homes along the road. No time left.

Grab what is close and go.

My bull terrier barks wildly, trying to convince us to leave.

The window is the only way.

Out of it with my father.

Rushing through a meadow, fleeing to the trees.

The safety of a shaded forest.

Metal and fire overtake our home.

We run with others now.

Don’t look back.

Through long grass, once soft, now sharp.

The barks fade.

It all fades into the forest.

Silence.