Three alien war machines obliterated Cincinatti. Then they trudged across rural farmland towards Cleveland.
Josh found his girlfriend in the kitchen. She calmly washed dishes in the sink. “Billi-Jo!” he shouted. “Let’s go. The aliens are comin’!”
“Don’t you worry none,” said Billi-Jo. She pointed out the kitchen window. “Momma gonna give ’em the Evil Eye.”
“That folklore stuff won’t…”
In the yard they saw Momma’s hair stick out straight. Plants blackened nearby her. The alien machines burned and collapsed.
“Dang! Momma must be mad!”
“Naw. Just peeved.”
“What if she’s really pissed?”
Billi-Jo shrugged. “That’s why Daddy built a nuclear bomb shelter.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Look here to find the original prompt and the stories other folks wrote at the blue link: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/12/16/18-december-2015/