Thirst

Friday Fictioneer time. A 100-words or less flash fiction with photos supplied every week by Madison Woods.
If you would like to participate, join us here. http://madison-woods.com 
I would appreciate any comments or helpful critiques. Thank you for visiting my blog!

Thirst

“I tell you it’s dry. Bone dry.”

I turn the spigot anyway and it hissed and sputtered at me.

“Told you.”

My tongue felt swollen, my lips cracked and bled.

“Aren’t you thirsty?” I asked, joining him on the steps. I looked out over the yard, or what was left of it. Dry and brittle grass burned yellow, the ground held deep fissures. Even the earth was thirsty.

“Yep, but I try not think about it.”

It was all I could think about.  I was surprised that I was still alive, and I regretted it at the same time.  We sat unmoving, staring at the baked yard and blazing sun. Thirst.

Bird - Friday Fictioneer

It's time for Friday Fictioneer. A 100 words or less with photos supplied every week by Madison Woods. Thank you Madison! If you would like to participate, join us here. http://madison-woods.com
This story was a struggle this week - I would appreciate any comments and constructive critiques. Thank you!

Kaitlinn watched as a dark shadow flew against the pale morning sky, 

then hovered magically on thin fluttering wings before settling on the nearest tree.  

She remembered seeing pictures of it 

in school, told about it, but thought that they were a figment of their imagination. 

Yet here it was, sitting in a tree.

 A hush grew over the crowd that had gathered around her, staring at the same curiosity.

“What is it?” someone had whispered, both in horror and awe.

Kaitlinn shivered in its wake. “I think it’s called a ‘bird’,” she replied.

Not Here - Friday Fictioneer

It's Friday Fictioneer time. I have my flash fiction down to 93-words. Would appreciate any comments and constructive critiques. Thank you!

“She’s not here!” I shout to those around me. They murmur in consent and regroup for another location. Another direction.  Another day to go by without her.

She’s not here. 

The wild bushes lush with berries, ripe and heavy, were left untouched. 

She’s not here to taste them. To stain her fingers and draw a moan of joy from her lips - 

It’s been three days and the woods beyond the raspberry patch stretches beyond my reach. 

She’s beyond my reach. 

How long can she survive out there?   

How long will I without her?

Last Warning

It's Flash #FridayFictioneers time! Here is my attempt for the Photo Prompt - got it down to 97-words!
I would appreciate any comments, helpful hints and critiques. I had fun writing this, I hope you enjoyed the story. Thank you!

“Last warning, Earthling!”

The dragonfly fluttered around a sun-baked rock before settling upon it. It had but a few seconds to flash its gossamer wings before the ray-gun blasted it into a smoldering ash.

Two tiny gray beings glide out from behind a rock, their luminous almond-shaped eyes taking in their destruction. One of the beings held up his gun, his wide lipless mouth curled in mirth.

“I gave the Earthling a chance to surrender.” It said in a high squeaky voice, “If they don’t heed us, we’ll have this planet under our command in no time!”