Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who provides us with a photo prompt. Each week’s challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo. Click here to play along or just read more stories.
The lights pierced the ceiling, and they were gone. My shock turned to terror when I realized it wasn’t just the band but most of the audience, too.
Someone yelled, “It’s the rapture. Take me, Lord.” She ran outside.
It seemed almost compulsory that the rest of us follow. We made it outside as the light hit her. That’s when we saw the ship.
It was spraying beams of light all over the city. Were they beaming up people like on Star Trek? Or were they death beams? No one wanted to find out. We scattered.