A little flash fiction from Mike to keep the chiller humming....
The Late Show
Dimly, through sleep, Catherine heard sounds from the living room. Heavy footsteps thudded in the hall as adrenalin rushed through her, "I have a gun!" she shouted, "The police are coming!"
The door burst open; screaming, she emptied her ex's .38 into the blur of hair, teeth and leathery wings that rushed her.
As the creature ripped at her neck, Catherine sat straight up in bed, moaning. At the foot of the bed, the snowy television screen buzzed, casting a glow on her half empty pizza box. Sobbing, she turned off the set, and buried her face in the pillow, the gun beside her on the bedside table.
© 2003 mikewhitney
The Late Show
Dimly, through sleep, Catherine heard sounds from the living room. Heavy footsteps thudded in the hall as adrenalin rushed through her, "I have a gun!" she shouted, "The police are coming!"
The door burst open; screaming, she emptied her ex's .38 into the blur of hair, teeth and leathery wings that rushed her.
As the creature ripped at her neck, Catherine sat straight up in bed, moaning. At the foot of the bed, the snowy television screen buzzed, casting a glow on her half empty pizza box. Sobbing, she turned off the set, and buried her face in the pillow, the gun beside her on the bedside table.
© 2003 mikewhitney
