Microfiction, exactly 100 words, for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. The prompt is the photo below.
PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma
Samira wandered downstairs, thinking about nothing in particular, her hand sliding idly along the cool smoothness of the wrought iron handrail. She stopped just before the last step, her eye caught by a dash of colour on the rail.
Bright emerald eyes looked at one another in disbelief as the monster loomed on the screen and a frantic twittering came over the micro from the landing party.
“Beam us up for pity’s sake! I think we got the wrong planet!”
Samira pulled a face and slammed her palm down on the ugly insect.
In the ship, the micro went dead.