Terror From Above

by D. Ohana

A shadowless form plummeted from the overcast skies upon the unsuspecting below. No remote pilot thousands of miles away guided this particular attack. 

Swept back wings made the final course adjustments, as the dagger beak was directed at mere glints of fast moving quarry. In a watery splash, it was all over. 

With Superman to Clark Kent swiftness, an awkward creature now rises nonchalantly upon the swells where streamlined terror had just struck.

Waves of fear scattered the survivors in a thousand directions.
Short lived fear to be sure, perhaps remembered by the lucky ones when the pelican strikes again.