The Invasion barely touched us. The Watchers kept to their spires.
Then I started hearing a wailing: fleshy, tinnitic. It mingled with my friends’ voices, until I couldn’t separate them.
Finally, I saw a doctor.
“Have you heard it?” I asked.
“No. Since the angels landed, I’ve heard their song.”
Christina Nordlander is a Swede married to an Englishman outside Birmingham, though she hopes they will both be out of there someday. Most of her writing rests on the speculative spectrum. Visit her Patreon and her Simily.