The Green Drift

It began on a fine summer's morning that was just like any other. There was nothing unusual about it, nothing unusual about the solid, comfortable house, except that in the heat haze it seemed hover a couple of feet above the ground.

But outside a great crowd had gathered, people who had been drawn to the village because they were puzzled, curious and downright scared.

They watched the house, just waiting for something to happen, all of them staring — and continuing to stare ... until the nightmare that had been forecast actually became a terrible, terrible reality