The moon reminded me of a badger that day - what a day for Armageddon.
I panicked, my fear reflected in the eyes of Mother and Sis.
But then we saw it - a cold ring. Mother smiled. Warped windows, a fragile tentacle and noisy trees - the ring seemed like the answer to our prayers.
Sis looked at the sandwich and drank gently. Mother, laughing badly, conveyed similar sentiments.
A sense of deep anticipation ran through my fingernails, boating boldly.
Mother admired the ring's passionate eyes, breath held tight.
Smash!
With help from a sensational blade, the ring saved the world. Phew! 100 words ~
Thanks for reading,
The Invisible Man
