He knew it was following him, he could sense it in the dark. He moved briskly, he had to walk about a mile before he could reach the streetlights. He had been walking for about three hours now. He needed a drink badly. He knew he had to refill at the next stream but the rasping was getting louder, the creature had got his smell now it wouldn’t back off. It started growling; his whole life flashed before his eyes, the growls got shriller and longer till he could no longer avoid it; he got up and turned off his alarm clock.
Damn weekdays are ravenous beasts, that’s for sure. Love this!
Thank you 😊 stress levels are indeed beastly I agree.