The ground grumbled and shook the skinny trees cluttering the yard. Under one of these skinny trees was a hole, gradually enlarging as if an invisible person was digging it. A hand popped out, propping itself on the earth. With tremendous strength, as the veins bulged in its arm, the hand pushed itself, and the man it was attached to, out of the hole.
Clutching his other bleeding arm, the man waved his uninjured hand over the ground, sending the soil jumping back into the hole to fill it.
He got a head start, but they were coming.
© Jade M. Wong 2017
Written for Friday Fictioneers.