The ground beneath our feet, soaked in all manner of volatile flammable liquids, began to burn. The bright searchlight mapped out the area we needed to work on. My team were good at this, one of the best.
By morning the whole of our section would be scorched.
If the cleansing units, that had come in ahead of us, had done their job properly then this entire area would look pristine. Devoid of all life.
By the end of the week, the entire planet Earth would be ready for habitation by its new owners.
Our work here would be finished.
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.
PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio
A writer of short stories.