He stumbled inside, dripping, a manic look on his face, gesturing madly.
The three of us followed him outside, into the storm. Lightning flared silent above us, followed by the grumbling roll of thunder.
Dr. Marcus ran in a circle, giddy, laughing. We exchanged looks.
“Doctor,” I said, pleading. “Come back inside.”
“I can’t miss this!”
The look on John’s face mirrored my feelings. The doctor had lost his senses.
The thunder crashed again.
“A once in a lifetime event! The last one! The invasion has begun!”
And that’s when I noticed the slick black raindrops sported multiple, tiny legs.
Author’s Note: I’m a fan of scientists, brought to the brink of insanity for discovering something or some dread knowledge before anyone else and being shunned, mocked, or isolated for it. It’s especially wonderful when the ‘crazy doctor’ turns out to be right.
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