“Look, Al,” Helen said, pointing to sky as they walked to their car after picking up a few things at the mall. “Hot air balloons.”
Al looked up and crinkled his brow. “Yes,” he said, “but it’s weird. They usually fly over in the valley, not anywhere near here.”
“They’re pretty,” Helen said.
“I suppose,” Al shrugged as he opened the car’s trunk and put the packages in them. He had just slammed the trunk shut when he heard the first explosion.
“Helen, get in the car!” he shouted when he saw the laser beams. “Those aren’t hot air balloons!”
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.