They Came Comments

Mind's motor running smooth, drifting down the highway of thought, watching the passing scenery of days tasks. Just completing lunch steering it to the plate, when came that sudden bang. Shock, disbelief, reaction. Perforated my tire on which I stood, bare and bald the culprit still clinging to it was soon pulled. A nail of an ant extracted.
They came, at first the one, then ten, a thousand, millions everywhere in traffic jams forming a black asphalt tarmac. A solemn procession of carrion cargo. In off road driving they filled the grass. Each step more punctures on treadless tires. Hitchhikers uninvited intruders of the back seat. Shaken off at each stop only to catch a ride on the next one passing.
They came
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