The Catch Off Portsmouth

They came during a storm, which on the North Atlantic is quite noisy. Having heard shouting, the Captain emerged to discover a horde of creatures climbing over the rail.

To describe these naked, human-shaped beings – the bulging black eyes, big flabby lips, bluish-green skin – would sound delusional. They attacked, swift and deadly. The one who took Captain down hissed, revealing rows of impossibly long needle-like teeth in its open maw.

Blood sprayed, sailors screamed – a mammoth tentacle lashed onto the smokestack, pulling the tuna boat hard to port. The Captain’s last fading thought was, we really should have stayed home.

This flash fiction in 100 words was was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (Delusional).

One comment

  1. I love the final thought. I think every time something bad happens the same thing flashes across my mind. Great Fiction!

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