Desolation

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

It was a strange and desolate place. From the road, the building almost melted into the hillside. Its purpose was obscure. One could not tell how long the barbed wire fencing went, and so far there was no gate.

Patchy snow remained here and there, indicating the oncoming spring. Still, the only color was drab. Desolate. Dreary.

Then the driver mashed the brake pedal, a scream choking his throat! What had risen up from nothing was horrifying, monstrous. Man? Beast? Sci-fi monster? They loomed before the Humvee, pulsating, wordless.

“CUT! That’s a wrap! Take five, everyone.”

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