Black Cat | A 100 Word Story

#286 Creatures of the Night

Stalking the night, it crept along places no one could see. Sharing the dark with drunks and vagrants who had no place to go.

Its routine was always the same; search the alley for the dead and dying, keep away from the light that threatens to steal it, with a stop at a local delicatessen for a saucer of milk.

But nothing could’ve prepared it for the trouble lurking at Number 13. Abandoned house it runs past everyday. Dark inside with no sign of life, suddenly turns a light on.

Frozen in fear, the cat knew the end had come.