“So, why are you here, Alina?” the counselor asked.
I sighed. “Whenever I touch someone, I can tell what they are feeling by the color they emit. I’ve had this gift for years. But, recently, when I bump into some people on the street, a pulsating black cloud covers their faces, then blows away in a crackling silver mist.”
The counselor’s color was light tea green. She didn’t believe me. No one believed me, until the day the Overlords arrived in their silver ships. The takeover happened fast as their soldiers had walked among us for years in human form.
This piece of flash fiction is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. This week, a colorful photo has been provided by Dale Rogerson.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit HERE.