“Out to pasture,” he spat out grumpily.

“But, dad, where exactly?” asked Sam, his voice shaking.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s gone for good.”

A mournful, lonesome howl rose from the darkness behind them.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” shivered the boy.

27 thoughts on “The woods are dark #Microfiction

  1. I loved the photo at the top of the page and the dialogue works really well with the setting. You might need to expand the tension a bit to draw the reader in a little more, but I understand, flash fiction has its word limitations.

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