Eager Anticipation

I watched the sky in eager anticipation. Slowly the black streaks began to take shape. Though they were still far away I could tell they were not falcons.  Their wings looked sharp and menacing. Everything in my bones was telling me that these creatures were not friendly. As if she could read my mind, Olivia grabbed my hand and shouted "run". We ran as fast as we could down the little, abandoned street, but like a bad horror movie, the creatures had already landed. Just like that we found ourselves gazing up at two, enormous pterodactyls.