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by Scott Normandin
Fenton
found his way back to the main road, and
he was eventually picked up by a good Samaritan
driving through the desert. They made it
out before nightfall, and Fenton never saw
the beast again. Fenton had hoped for the
rest of his days that the strange animal
would not leave it's desert domain, but
just to be sure, he always looked over his
shoulder and tried to never be outside at
night.
It continued
to haunt his dreams, and when it was quiet,
and Fenton was deep in thought, he would
stop and consider if it was still out there.
If it indeed continued to reside in the
desert, who was it pursuing tonight? Was
it sitting on top of someone's car? Was
it clicking it's talons on someone's windshield
waiting for them to crack?
Clickety
clack.
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