#278 Creatures of the Night
He sat beside the lamp, waiting for it’s familiar glow to warm his hands and protect him from the night creatures. He cupped his mouth with both hands and blew as hard as he could to keep the circulation flowing.
The lamp did not light. His only means of escape from that which walked these woods at night.
His home was not far and he almost made it back before sunset had he not been distracted by birds singing in the trees.
A branch snapped in the distance. The creatures were surely around him, smelling fear. Then, the lamp ignited.
Leave a Reply