We heard long before we saw. The sound filled us with hope and fear because we knew it was our death or our salvation that was being pushed out in front of the vapor trails. A deep purr, like the sound of a thousand-ton cat, rose from the valley but was silenced by a bone jarring thud.
Then they were over us.
And the sky opened.
The sky opened to deliver either life or death.
As we looked up giant mushrooms sprouted in the air to gently hand us the heavy boxes.
Food and water descended on us, like Manna dropping from the Heavens, but gifted to us by the hands of men and women.
They were gone as quickly as they had arrived.
We would survive another day.
I’ve been out of town and have been doing 15 hour days so I haven’t had time to write a new story for my “Fiction Friday” post. I thought of my short work of fiction, Our Story, and decided to do something similar if much, much shorter. The story itself is only 130 words. I hope you enjoyed.