Missile Sunset: Science Fiction

The missile streaked across the sky like a cloud highlighted by the sunset. Two seconds before it wasn't there, two seconds later it was gone, and only the rising sun of the explosion would have told anyone its contrail was anything but a cloud lit by the sunset. We sat in the dhow, stunned, as the island we'd hoped could be sanctuary was destroyed. Suddenly, there was no sanctuary--and worse, we were among the last of our kind still free. Us and the guide, who we had all figured out was a guide because something in him did not click well with the hive.


Inspiration: A Flickr photo of a sunset.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: This is an okay start, but again, nothing new.