Enjoy your Monday Night with my latest “100 Word Stories” microfiction:

Title: The Next Job

Yup, that’s me. I know, I look so frustrated right now. You’d be too if you’re in my situation.

I’m just some ordinary G-man, minding my own business when my boss decided to send me to inspect some oil rig. There were reports of some folks doing some strange ritual. We even got video evidence:

They are all dressed in black. Furthermore, they’re all covered by black goop. Then, they’re all chanting in some sort of ancient language. It’s not Latin, nor Greek, nor Hebrew. Don’t ask, I’m no linguist.

Afterwards? That’s classified. Not for kids.

Well, wish me luck!