This 99 word story is for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.
PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse
She volunteered to go down and take a closer look, not simply out of curiosity, but driven by the nagging fear that they had done something dreadful.
The lieutenant whistled in the terrible silence.
“What a mess! We really wiped them out. Not much of a loss to the universe though.”
He pointed at the still smoking mountains of concrete rubble that stretched as far as the eye could see. But her eye was caught by the shadow left by the heat of the blast on a piece of wall.
“They had bicycles. Just like us,” she said softly.