The Eleventh Film – Horror/Science Fiction Flash Fiction Series

Barnaby Taylor

The Eleventh Film VII

Ministers rushed to anoint these visitors with a sacred hue. Channelling their embrace for global purposes. The world’s biggest stadia were filled with their expectant flock, desperate for an embrocation.

The angels moved among like the wary wolves they were.

Dismantling.

Rupturing.

Destroying.

It’s too easy to say that this should not have happened. Perhaps the world needed to listen less to demagogues and more to the Earth itself.

In any case, all points were moot now.

It just got cold.

And that was that.

Ever more.

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