Itinerants by Rafael Coira
She gripped her baby tightly as the green men swarmed into her house. They had lights on their heads and big black eyes. Their heads swiveled mechanically back and forth.
“Get down on the floor.”
Her husband was going to jail. Where she was going, who knew?
Rafael Coira is a recent law school graduate currently studying for the bar exam and writing fiction in his very limited spare time.
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