By Joel Bryant
The foxes are bad tonight. Horrendous screeching howls sound like human screams. Unable to sleep, she stumbles out of bed and peers out the window.
“There’s a gang of them out there,” she grumbles.
“It’s called a skulk,” he mutters, half asleep.
“Well, professor, the skulk is trashing your garden.”
“Probably after that squirrel I buried.”
She says nothing but stares at him expectantly.
“I’ll sort it, shall I?” he asks.
Outside, he urgently digs. The squirrel’s in the trash bin. What the foxes have found is much bigger and needs burying much deeper. He’ll remember that for the next time.
Ohh love this sinister twist at the end. Well done.
Thank you Sharon. Your wonderfully poignant story is better than mine.
Thanks Joel
Love this! Well done.
Cheers Michelle, glad you liked it.
Excellent read! Love it
You’re too kind Stella, thank you.
Great story love the verbal interchange between the prof and his partner.
Thank you Mary, I appreciate your kind words.
Fantastic twist! What a wonderfully conceived surprising story!
Thank you Kathy, glad you liked the twist 🙂
Yes, they do sound human, don’t they?
Loved this. Thanks for the laugh!
I’m often kept awake by our resident foxes. Loved that you found this funny.