This short story is for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. It is inspired by Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt which inspired this story.
June snow filled every hollow. The world was a ghost; fruit hung frozen on the trees. But weâd been here before, no need to panic. Provision had been made and there were enough reserves to get us through. A few days, the weather people said, and the sun would be back, the snow a memory. They were right in a way. About the sun and the snow.
It was Billy, my kid brother, who discovered the real killer. Well, around here, it was Billy. No doubt the world was crawling with scientists who discovered it before and better than Billy, but thanks to him, we suspected something and took precautions. He was fishing in the lake. Broke the film of ice and sat there, wrapped up in his winter coat like a trapper in the frozen north. A bit of cold didnât bother Billy. What did bother him was what he saw wriggling in the black water. Not fish, nothing heâd ever seen before. He dipped a can in the water and brought some of them home. By the time he got to the house theyâd all but disappeared. Like Alka Seltzer, Billy said. All we could see was a mass of filaments like white hairs and they were getting fainter.
âWhatever it was, itâs dissolving,â Dad said and went to pour the water down the sink. Billy stopped him.
âTheyâre not dissolving,â he said. âTheyâre getting longer and thinner. Soon we wonât be able to see them, but theyâll still be there. Miles and miles of the fuckers.â
âBilly!â Dad snapped. âGo wash your mouth out!â
Billy might be only a kid, but heâs the smartest one in our family.
âI donât think we should drink the water any more, Dad. Not until we know what that stuff is.â
So we stocked up on bottled water, a whole lake of it, and eked it out while there were people dying all around us, white tendrils crawling all over them.
The sunâs back now and the snowâs all gone. The government says theyâre putting stuff in the water supply to kill off the aliens. But weâre holding on a while longer. Thereâs snow forecast again next week. Dadâs going into town to the supermarket. Everywhere’s very quiet. Doesn’t seem to be anyone around. There should still be plenty of bottled water left.
If you want to know what happens next, read on.