The adults told us not to go beyond the mountains, but nobody listened. It was too fun to prank the rock people. Moles, we called them, and they were half blind and really pathetic. They went absolutely crazy when we broke into their cave homes and shone light in their eyes. It was hilarious and pranking them had become a tradition among us.
I was busy with a prank. I heard shuffling and prepared to activate my light grenade. A figure shuffled out from the shadows of the cave. This was new; they never came out of their caves willingly. I didn't care; it suited me. I grinned in anticipation. I threw my light grenade.
Nothing happened. I blinked and waited for the usual loud popping sound and flashing flare light to appear. Nothing.
The figure growled and started towards me. I turned and ran in the direction of my hovercraft. Something hit my shoulder. I cried out, turning my head to look at the one metre tall creature following me. It was carrying an armful of rocks. As I turned my head, the mole lifted an arm and slung a rock at my head, aimed right between my eyes.
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A Mole Among Us
Science FictionEntry for Challenge 8 on the Science Fiction profile. (I sincerely hope that there are no other mole people being teased in other fictional universes)
