High above the city, the invaders watched the streams of humans flock first one way then another as explosions forced them through the streets and into the waiting prison ships.
'Not a single slave lost. You are a master manipulator.'
'I know,' preened the commander.
YOU ARE READING
Flash Fiction
Short StoryTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...
