He found it on a country lane. A beast of curling black fur and heavy paws. Its red eyes lit up its face in the dark; long muzzle, long tongue, long teeth.
‘It’s okay,’ he said gently. Lacking anything better, he offered it a ham sandwich, arm outstretched.
The beast growled, a sound of low menace that brought to mind the first rumble of an avalanche.
‘I won’t hurt you, I promise,’ he said. He laid the sandwich on the ground and took a step back. ‘Try it.’
The beast lunged forward and snapped up the sandwich. Its teeth clacked and its mouth smacked wetly.… Read more
Her dog was a creature of moonlight and chill wind.
It lived on the hill behind her house, in the ruins of the old stable. She’d been up there to get … away, when she heard whimpering.
It was a timid thing, thin-boned and silver-furred, all eyes flashing in the dark and tail vanishing into shadow.
Given time, she earned its trust.
It would lean against her side and she would run her hands through its icy fur. She brought it treats that it would never take, but when she called, it came. But only at night.
‘Who left you here?’ she would wonder as it bowed and bounded in play.… Read more
Another microfiction for Mastodon.
She pricked her finger on the crooked needle and let the blood drip and swirl into the bowl below.
It clouded pink, then cleared.
She gripped the sides of the bowl with tight hands as an image resolved. A tatter-eared dog trotted through fields of smoke beneath a white sky, then paused and sniffed the air. It looked right at her, and barked, ears coming forward.
‘I miss you,’ she whispered.
Then came shouts and shuffling feet. She overturned the bowl and fled.
Image by Yuri_B, used under CC0.… Read more