IN THE END, he stopped talking about it. Nobody had believed him, and one old friend had gone so far as to question his sanity in print. There was was a savagery in the piece that make it more like betrayal than incredulity.
And it was incredible, the more so in that out of the millions of camera phones in the city, not a single soul had taken a video or even a picture. He had met others who had seen it, but nobody had evidence.
They called themselves Witnesses, but Waiters would be more appropriate.
They waited.
What a great take on the prompt! Now you must expand this into a longer piece
For me you hit the nail on the head, spot on.
Like the dark twist on a “light” prompt…but now I need more :)
Great story. I like this one!
I love this! I’m re-watching the XFiles and it makes me think of that! LOL!
I’m left wondering ….
There was was a typo in the second line. Sorry, it was bugging me.
Tracey
Thanks. Got it.
One day they’ll come back, whoever they are. Great take on the prompt.
I love this. Would like to read more to find out what ‘it’ is!
Oooh! I like thisalot! You set an ominous atmosphere, we know something awful is going to happen and yet the last line sinks in the pit of the stomac.
I agree wit the other comments, I want more.
Of course I meant stomach. But you knew that. ;-)
You’ve hit the nail on the head here alright. There has to be evidence, or you’re a crackpot. Great story.
Great piece.
I like the that Witnesses need to be Waiters!