This is a submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/, prompted by the photo below, which was kindly provided by Yarnspinner.
Soon darkness would fall and their lights would appear.
The signal was just how they’d described it – furniture aligned with precision, a pristine square of green, plants like soldiers on parade.
Everything would have been ready months ago if the neighbour hadn’t kept holding parties in the garden. She couldn’t alert him, so every night she sneaked out and rearranged everything.
Afterwards, she’d reassure them that she really wanted to come, but someone was getting in the way. The advice was always the same – “keep trying, Alice, your diligence shows us we were right to select you.”
Last night she couldn’t hold back tears of frustration, even though they might have rejected her as weak.
“Don’t worry,” the voices answered, “this shows us you’re strong. You know what to do.”
She knew. It was easier than expected; who would be wary of that silly woman next door? She’d arranged his body with perfect symmetry. They were pleased.
Soon they would be here to take her away…