The Quiet, by Russell Conover

(Originally posted to LinkedIn.)

Fred was gasping for breath. The alien invasion had stunned him and his friends, and he knew no one was safe.

But where’d the aliens go?

He strode through the dark office, his shoes tapping with every step. He was alone.

He started to think the worst was over, and sighed with relief.

Then the alien pounced.

Roaring, it leapt from the ceiling above and knocked Fred over. He smelled the foul breath, and saw the orange skin and sharp, gleaming teeth.

Desperate, Fred grabbed his keys and stabbed its arm. It wailed, releasing him and retreating.

Safe. For now.


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