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.
Good story, I enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteLoaded on beer and whiskey, we ride
ReplyDeleteto 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
Good story!
ReplyDeleteHah, very nice. :)
ReplyDeleteI liked this, especially the way the rat bit is withheld til almost the last.
ReplyDeleteLOL! Rats -- great twist!
ReplyDeleteI liked the hints in the beginning. On second read it's even better.
ReplyDeleteSounds spooky! I hope they can handle it when it arrives.
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