You hear a noise. It’s past midnight.
So what do you do?
You hop up, turn on a few lights, tramp down the passageway. open and close cupboards, bang doors, make a lot of noise.
Then you stop and listen.
There it is again.
Those bloody mice, you say, though you’ve seen no evidence of any.
It’s nothing, you decide, nothing. House noises.
You head back to the bedroom, turn off the lights.
Someone taps you on the shoulder.
John is a South Australian writer of poetry, flash fiction and the occasional short story.
The end left me with a lot of imagination.
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Been there, done that….. thankfully I’ve always had a dog who alerts me to any strange goings on – though only one was fierce enough not to hide behind me….
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Lol 🙂
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Yes indeed! Been there, done that – congratulations your narrative is spot on.
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Is it a mouse?
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now you know Chelsea a magician cannot reveal his tricks 🙂
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This was an absolute ripper of a chilling tale, with a last sentence that totally nails it! Magnificent work, yet again John. I wish I could write short fiction as well as you do! Instead I’m tending more to non fiction, as today, on my writers blog, where I wrote about death, in a very up close and personal way … Please take a look, I’d love to know any thoughts about what I wrote, My Cosy Murder Mystery work-not-in-progress gets a mention, as well as other things, related to death …
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I will jump across amd have a look, Carolyn. Thanks for your comments. As you know, I relish the restrictions of the 100 word tale; it makes you focus your forces 🙂
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John! You reminded me of my own experience bar the tap on shoulder. It was rather a wrangling of neck while I slept…just life as usual!
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