The solar flare was massive and far more powerful than anyone expected. Earth’s magnetic field protected it as usual, but intense strips of radiation slipped through at a few small locations. In a farm outside Davenport, Iowa, small but critical changes developed.
Foxes, Max and Maury, watched the farm from a distance. “I’m tellin’ you,” said Max. “The farmer hasn’t been there in weeks! The dogs are gone too.”
“No way…” said Maury.
“Way!” Max quivered with excitement. “Best of all, the chicken coop is unlocked!”
“Yep. Dinner is served!”
The foxes sneaked onto the farm, encountering no opposition. Though the presence of stripped skeletons in the yard seemed odd. They sneaked to the chicken coop. The door opened easily, and the two slipped in.
Maury grinned at Max. This was a dream come true.
Nearby, one carnivorous chicken grinned at the other carnivorous chicken. “I told you they’d come,” it whispered. “Dinner is served!”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/10/01/sunday-photo-fiction-october-1st-2017/