Chloe and her dog Sauvigny walked down the line of people at the train station.
Chloe pointed at a woman.
“Nope,” said Sauvigny.
She pointed at the next man.
“Yep,” he said.
The security man beside Chloe shot him.
“What the devil…?” screeched Peppin the new, uninformed Rail Master.
He stopped when the man’s head collapsed and alien tentacles burst out. The alien convulsed briefly, then died.
“Aliens infiltrating,” explained Chloe. “Sauvigny’s nose knows.”
Sauvigny pulled hard towards another man. “That one! Yes, that one!”
“Well, shoot it!” shouted Peppin, angry that the security man didn’t move.
“No,” sighed Chloe. “That guy has dog biscuits.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Each week, the Friday Fictioneers meet on a train in France and ride the rails until inspiration hits us. We write up to 100 words of flash fiction based upon a photo prompt. Look here for more stories based upon the photo above: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/02/25/27-february-2015/