The spores floated through the air.
No one knew where they had come from. Some said outer space, some said underground, some said the remotest part of the Great Steppe.
Some revered as they passed overhead, some reviled. Portents of doom mixed with euphoria. The Great Coming of either a God or a Devil.
Alarms started ringing when they formed a blanket in the sky.
It was too late by then.
They exploded. Red goo splattered the buildings and streets and dissolved anything it hit. White shards like javelins stabbed and pierced.
Wherever it came from, global victory was complete in a matter of minutes.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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