She shone her flashlight from one side of the airship wreckage to the other, but nothing seemed to move. It was strange, there must have been people on board for it to have been able to fly, but there were no remains nor any other signs that someone had been inside as it crashed.
Having walked around the entire wreck, she had to conclude that there weren't even any footprints leading to or from it.
She took a step back, suddenly overcome by a feeling of dread.
Just what was going on here?
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
