Sunday, August 3, 2008

Drabble: Vermin


Whatever was hiding under the porch didn’t sound happy. Its tantrum shook the whole trailer, and while I wanted it out, I was pretty sure I didn’t want to be in its way when it got.

Then the noises got stranger, like nothing I’d heard in this world, and I started wondering harder what was down there. Had I heard somewhere about rabid ‘possums making noises like that? Or were ‘possums the ones who couldn’t get rabies, only faked it?

Then it came, burning hotter than hell, up through the boards of the porch and flaming up towards the stars.

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