Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Entry #35

The Thief
by Kim Smith

They had followed the blood trail out of the warehouse and into the alley. The droplets, red and round, had fallen as their victim scrambled to safety. The trap they'd set for him had been thought out long in advance. Vicious and effective, only not quiet quick enough for the crafty thief they chased.

"He's on the run now," Renee said.

"He can run, or rather hobble, but he won't stay out there forever. He's gotta have a place to bed up tonight," Steve replied.

She looked up. The cables slung across the steel wall of the building told a story as well.

"Looks like he has a way in and a way out." She pointed up.

Steve followed her finger and nodded as understanding came over him.

"He'll be back."

"He's gonna be pissed now though. We drew first blood."

Steve laughed. "You think he'll bring some friends?"

She shrugged.

"Rats. God, how I hate 'em."

They retraced their steps back inside to lie in wait for the silent grey creature to return.


Southern Writer said...

Love it, Kim. The early bird may get the worm, but the second rat gets the cheese!

Anonymous said...

Good story, I enjoyed this.

Dafath said...

Loaded on beer and whiskey, we ride
to the dump in car loads
to turn our headlights across the wasted field
freeze the startled eyes of rats against
mounds of rubbish.... david bottoms

Jeff said...

Good story!

Jim said...

Hah, very nice. :)

Anonymous said...

I liked this, especially the way the rat bit is withheld til almost the last.

S. W. Vaughn said...

LOL! Rats -- great twist!

Anonymous said...

I liked the hints in the beginning. On second read it's even better.

Anonymous said...

Sounds spooky! I hope they can handle it when it arrives.