Flash Fiction #62 – A Hot Night in Mississippi

Celia lived alone on the land.

Sometimes there’d be the sound of something scratching

on the walls outside.

She never wavered in securing windows

and locking doors…

until that record-breaking hot and humid week of July.

With no AC, it felt like an oven.

Celia allowed the cooler air

to flow through her locked screen door

every night.

At bedtime, she locked up.

But tonight,

so fatigued from the heat,

she falls asleep on the sofa, watching TV.

And the claws slowly,

methodically, cut into the screen.

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