Almost Serenity

The couple in the cabin are dreaming.

For many days the beast outside has waited, still as silence in the woods, watching as the elderly woman rocks in her chair. Such tranquility is alluring. The temptation is strong.

So on this night, the shy creature arises to approach, step by step, onto the old porch, and sits.

The antique chair creaks and strains under the creature’s bulk, allowing one fleeting rocking motion, before splintering into pieces.

The lights flash on, a man’s voice says, “Martha, get my gun.”

Into the forest the creature vanishes, leaving only two giant footprints behind.

Moira writes weird stories and pretends to be a rat on the internet. Find here at @moirariom.bsky.social and www.ohmoira.com