It lurks close, but unseen, its voracious appetite growing stronger, more pressing with every instant, patiently awaiting the prey's next unguarded moment.
The object of its interest has completely underestimated the nature of the predator.
Or maybe the victim is ignoring, denying the extreme danger.
She reaches for the wine glass as a mother prays.
Flash Fiction Friday 55
is a story written in exactly 55 words.
Let the G-Man know if you write one
and read the ones of your fellow writers.
Anniversaries (Trina Agee Cornell)
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