Monday, April 7, 2008

Prompt: Mess


I look on a mess of epic proportions. Corrosive purple goo coats every surface of the barn’s interior. Bizarre internal organs, still weakly pulsing, and chunks of shimmering gray metal, in strange, twisted, forms, litter the floor. If any of this were found by civillian authorities, any sample brought to a laboratory, the lid would be off the entire operation.

I curse the field operatives under my breath. They act like they’re the whole show, out zapping baddies with stolen or reverse-engineered alien technology, making however much mess they want. No thought for the guys with mops and buckets.

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