No Refuge

Posted: October 15, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Horror

The eyes were wrong. Not like the rest of these silent, slant-eyed boat people, but still wrong. They were set too far back in their skulls, too far apart. Even the pupils were strange, the entire family of them. There was something fish-like going on with their faces too. Sergeant Hooker held down the trigger for a long, long time.

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