It wasn’t where he had expected to end up but when the rain started teeming down he’d headed through the opening and now he was stuck here, milling around with a thousand others … though they seemed excited.
For a moment George wondered why, he even considered asking but then a voice declared at full pitch, “The Kraken stirs. And ten billion sushi dinners cry out for vengeance.”
George chuckled but the censorious looks made him pause and he began to think about what the voice had said.
Then it dawned on him, he was one of the ten billion.
© Deb Whittam 2019