Here’s my #3 installment of Friday Flash Fiction.
Harrison stayed late at the office that night, hunched over his work. Rather than buzzing his wife for a ride, he opted to hoof it home—a quick ten-minute jaunt he often enjoyed.
The night was pitch-black, no moon in sight, with only a handful of flickering streetlights to point the way. Barely five steps in, he caught the sound of oddly soft footsteps trailing him. Spinning around with a mix of grit and curiosity, Harrison was ready to face whoever—or whatever—was behind him, friend or fiend.
Nothing. Nobody. Yet the eerie footfalls kept coming, closer now, tap-tapping in the dark.
Then Harrison’s eyes flicked upward, and his heart lurched. A massive, hulking shadow loomed, slinking down from the starless sky, heading straight for him.
Prompt: footfall, buzz
Shirley
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