INVASION

INVASION
By T. B. Ward

INVASION.

The huge Times Square signs blink the same word, on and off, tilted at awkward angles. 

INVASION.

One word continuously zooms across the Ticker, which is now broken and lies on the wrecked New York pavement. 

INVASION.

An old newspaper flies by, drifting along on the slow undercurrents of the wind. Big black letters on the front page make out the headline.

INVASION.

They'll be back. They, who came in tall, four-legged walkers and who rode in massive ships. They picked us off, one by one, taking us away and killing any who resisted.

INVASION.

We fought. Believe me, we battled 'till California tumbled into the sea and Lady Liberty's head flew to where no one could dream of.

But it wasn't enough.

INVASION.

They'll come back some day.

And God help us when they do.


c. Taylor Ward 2012. All rights reserved.