Ripping off Sid's habit of doing Haikus on Tuesday, I'm going to try and write a 50-word story every Friday, just to keep my mind going in weird places. I know it's Saturday dammit, but until I go to bed, it's Friday.
Vacations gone bad
It’s cold, but I can’t feel it because terror has frozen my veins. The snow settled on my coat and I’m running like hell to get out of the woods. I can hear the wolves running behind me. What the hell happened? This was supposed to be a peaceful vacation.
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