Flash Fiction *Down the Alley*

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.

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