Back Roads

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 04-02-2013

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Norman yelled and spilled his coffee when the buck darted in panic across the road, forcing him to slam on the brakes. He yelled again when the werewolf landed on the hood of his car, looking him in the eye for a moment, then bounding off after the deer. Norman put the pedal to the metal towards town, swearing a blue streak. It wasn’t fright or even anger, it was … exhilaration.

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