The Hundred Word Horror Show

Acid

Birds chirped in the distance.

Lush bamboo trees swayed from the chaos of the rain as a sea of umbrellas occupied Main street.

I was the only pedestrian without one, but I didn't mind.

I sat on the pavement, like any homeless man would, Staring at the black sky, soaked.

It was better this way with water drops click-clacking off the cobble-stone streets during Summer.

When the rumbling came, I closed my eyes.

Wait.

This...isn't rain, I paused at its stickiness.

That's when I saw it.

A mouth, large enough to swallow the town, watching, drooling, digesting us all.