Very Short Stories

In a Mouse House

Thud. Thud, thud. In the shelter, they held their breaths afraid of any sound. The wind knocked. Thud. Then a scream. A screeching howl faded into night. Coiled talons ripped under the wooden door. Blood dripped to the floor. Terrorized eyes awaited doom.

© 2018, Michael Shawn Sommermeyer. All rights reserved.

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