Down the Alley
by Rie Sheridan Rose
It was a quiet night… until the short-cut. I should have known better.
The library had been open late, so I was in a hurry. Mr. Tuggles would be so cross. He was used to being fed by six. That’s why I took the alley. It cut twenty minutes off the walk home.
I was a little distracted by the knowledge that my cat would be hungry. So I didn’t notice the noise at first. The little squeaking.
But it got louder and louder. Squeaks. Lots and lots of squeaks.
Then the eyes. Red dots about ankle high.
I started to turn around, but there were eyes behind. I clutched my purse by the handle. It was heavy enough to do a bit of damage.
But there were too many eyes. Too many squeaks. Both ways.
Could I get around?
My eyes darted back and forth.
I tried to run forward. Get through them to go home…
But the cat wasn’t the only thing that was hungry that night.