The Hunt [50-Word Flash Fiction Friday]

He hunts under cover of darkness. When the house falls silent, he creeps across bedroom floors. Easing up, peering over mattresses containing bodies at rest. Wide maws snore and closed eyes flit. They’re never aware of his presence. Eight furry legs crawl up one limp arm, heading toward chapped lips. 

Lisa H. Owens
Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-word Flash Fiction Friday.
​September 10, 2021

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