Every week a photo is used as a prompt for a story of around 200 words. If you want to have a go, take a look here, and if you want to see what others have written, then click on the frog.
Keeping watch, he wanted to make sure nobody saw him. The junk just lay there in the vehicle with nobody seemingly watching. He knew he would have to be quick to see what treasures sat amongst the trash. Keeping to the shadows, he stopped briefly as a figure moved past. He counted the steps of the passerby, listening to them move a while before stopping, scuffling around and then carrying on and fading into the distance.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he poked his head out of the shadows where he stood and looked both ways. Seeing nobody around, he stealthily made his way to the next alcove, still watching to make sure nobody moved near his intended prize. Darting in and out of shadows, he inched ever closer to his goal.
He crept between cars making sure not to touch them, and then made a lunge for the trash. Placing an appendage on the side of the vehicle, a brief flash lit the sky as the lorry vanished as the alien consumed it upon contact. He stood and breathed in the essence and felt power course through him. He felt his body change, as he became a facsimile of the vehicle, knowing that humans would now become his fodder.