The The Sixth Science Fiction Megapack

Loyce squirmed through

Sliding through this slit, this break in the shell of the universe

Things, descending from the sky, pausing momentarily above the City Hall, fluttering over it in a dense swarm and then dropping silently onto the roof.

Cold night wind blew around him and he shuddered.

Through a blur he saw rows of faces, curious, concerned, anxious.

The lamppost jutted up against the sky—the post and the bundle swinging from it.

dusting his hands together

I’d of squashed him flat

And I think, they didn’t come here with any firepower to blow us all to smithereens.

She gives me a dirty look and flounces off.