The noon sun had tilted a little from its position. The ship had docked not long ago. The cargo was getting unload. Suddenly an interrupted siren caught e’one’s attention. Before a reaction triggered off, a large impact of explosion heard and shook the sea and the dock. The ones, hundreds or more, there were extinguished in a blink leaving no trace–no charred bones, no ashed body. In the exploded black smoked sunlight they came out. A quartet of flesh-red colored figures–an amalgamation of a human and a gorilla with five fingers in each limbs and big head with small eyes.
#e’one is my shorthand for everyone.
For The Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff
Daily Prompt: Territory