Another contest on WC. This time, an author-less flash contest. The theme - Mayhem/Mystery. Although my entry didn't win, I'm still proud of this piece.

The Cuckoo

The first explosion woke me up immediately. Suddenly an orange glow cut through the darkness, followed by a series of explosions. Immediately, it dawned on me. The invasion had started. I could already smell the black smoke.

Another explosion, much closer than the others, shook the house. Startled, I leapt out of bed and ran toward my mom’s room, my path illuminated by the dancing flames outside. I pushed open her bedroom door and stopped short. She was seated calmly on her bed. The fires raging outside threw enough light to illuminate the sneer on her face.

Just as I was about to open my mouth to say something (surely, she had to have noticed the bombings), she got up. As she rose, I saw the red and green insignia of the enemy embossed on her ring, a ring that I had never seen her wear before. She took out a gun from her waistband and, without hesitation, pointed it at my heart where the gold and white emblem of our nation was patched on my nightshirt, and pulled the trigger.

I gasped and woke up with a start, just as the first bomb of the invasion fell.