Flash Fiction - Monolith

An exercise in stream of consciousness freewriting

It arrived in the sleepy hamlet of Gideon’s Grove overnight, quietly breaking through the perfectly manicured grass of the town square.

Jack Wiggins was the first one to see it while out walking his dog in the early hours. He marveled at the beauty of the thing, feeling compelled to reach out and touch the smooth black monolith. As his hand drew close, …