The wolves terrorized the town at night. Coats of fire and eyes of malevolent red, they would tear apart and devour anyone caught outside after curfew. The townsfolk met by day; tension and voices raised. The fear overwhelming.

Rachel locked the doors; secured the windows and dimmed the lights. They said that light made no difference, they could smell human flesh. Rachel preferred the seclusion. Her pale face lit by moonlight, framed by the window.

The wolves are here. Right here.

Outside, stood unsteadily before the pack, gurgling and pointing; her two year old daughter, Julia.

How? NO.

Julia giggled.

©DJA 2016



From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories