"What have you found, Agent Clark?" Erica jumped as the comlink on her shoulder squawked. She held the flashlight out in front of her, so the camera in her helmet could record the scene.
"Just some moldy birthday cake, so far, Sarge." A banner seemed to float in the air, wishing a happy birthday to Joshua. A dark trail had seeped from the chocolate ice cream container sitting on the table, reminding her of congealed blood. A lingering darkness seemed to cling to everything, and it creeped her out. Her lungs felt infested with fear, as if whatever happened here was contagious. She wiped her palms on her sleeves, then moved her flashlight along the wall. A pile of presents sat on the sideboard, their cheerful wrapping in contrast to the scene.
What happened here? Where did these people go? Didn't they band together when they realized something terrible was happening? Didn't they try to escape? No chairs overturned, nothing amiss. It was as if all at once, everyone simply vanished. All forty-seven of them, children and their parents, just gone.
A sparkle in the kitchen caught her eye. A piece of dust, floating in the air, had caught the beam of the flashlight. Erica looked more closely when another mote sparkled at her, then another.
"I think I've found something, Sarge." Her hand reached out, touched one of the dust motes sparkling in the air. It attached to her finger. She stared in wonder as a second speck landed on her hand, then a third. Her fear evaporated, and a warm feeling of peace fell over her. More sparkling dust motes landed, until her entire arm was covered in glitter.
"Get out of there, Clark! That's an order!" Sarge screamed at her through the comlink as he and the crew watched Agent Clark's arm disintegrate, clothing and all. Agent Clark was beyond responding by that time. When the comlink went dead, Sarge turned to the group.
"Burn it down. All of it."
This is what happens when I attempt home repairs, such as trying to reattach a vacuum hose. Sorry if it is a bit gruesome.
The prompts for this week are ice cream and cake.
The prompt is the third definition of the word BAND.