Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Night Moves

Zed sat, waiting for the last daylight to fade. This far out in the boonies, there were no artificial lights and night came fast once the sun dropped behind the hills to the west.

A wise man said it was foolish to fear the night. One need only fear the things in the night. Having spent the better part of his adult life as one of those things, Zed appreciated that logic.

As full night fell, Zed ghosted from cover, confident anyone who got in his way tonight would hear no bump but die never knowing what hit them at all.

This story was written for BlogFlash2012 Day 21: Night.

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