A photo challenge in 200 words or less
They were safe for now.
From Rodney’s vantage point, he had a good view of the road and the buildings opposite.
Tonight he and his new team would forage and bring back to base whatever food and provisions they could find to rebuild their colony which had been washed away by the floods.
The thrum in the distance didn’t worry them to begin with, but as it gradually increased in volume, the latest recruits started to panic.
They hadn’t signed on for this, and one by one shot out of the storm drain to be swept up into the Belly of the Beast.
Rodney sighed, longing for the confines of his cage when he had once been a pet.
Losing his comrades to the rain was bad enough, but how was he going to explain losing their replacements to a council roadsweeper?