It was a carnival-like atmosphere. Scientists had predicted that the hundreds of eggs that had mysteriously appeared on the surface of the reflecting pool two months earlier were ready to hatch. Night after night the citizens of the town had gathered, hoping to witness what they all called “The Hatching.”
Someone in the crowd yelled that he heard a crack, and the townsfolk pushed closer to the edge of the pond, eyes transfixed on the eggs bathed by pink and blue lights.
More cracking sounds. The eggshells began to crumble and the people watched as the nightmare unfolded before them.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: David Stewart.