Day 9: January Mindful Writing Challenge

Night glistens as yellow light reflects in fallen rain. Near midnight. Human activity fades. She creeps from a hedge. Slowly. Silently. She sees me and stops. Mid-road she waits. I carry on my path and she melts back into the night. She’ll hunt elsewhere, when I’m gone. There are a few things to eat in this town. She looked unkempt, rugged. A scavenger of an urban jungle. A pest. Vermin. But she’s a cunning, wily street fighter. Stealthy. Soundless. She stalks our lives through the undergrowth. And in the morning we’ll see her nocturnal labours on our streets.



About malekmontag

I am a writer and a wage-slave, and proud father of George Giraffe. I live in the UK, but I exist everywhere. My first stories were published this year (2016) in Short Stories and Tall Tales (Atla Publishing). Follow me on Twitter @Malek_Montag15. My Work is also available on
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