Flash Fiction #125 – Gentle Monsters

Aldous struggled with the door. Dead, shriveled rats littered the ground.

Jenny cradled herself as she wept in the dark corner. “You’re right, rat blood won’t do.”

“You had to try. I understand. I once did the same.” He lifted the once voluptuous beauty into his arms.

“I won’t do it. I’d rather be…” Her bones rattled as she sobbed.

He rocked her gently. “The girl you were is dead. It’s your turn to live.”

“And if I don’t want to?”

A rooster crowed, welcoming the morning.

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