Roger cursed the rodents – rats, raccoons, squirrels – not caring if the classification fit. The dreaded little demons rummaged through his garbage, raided his garden, and spoiled his kitchen counters.  His hands bled from setting poisons and traps. A growing rustle announced their arrival – sensing the cheese, the blood, his fear.

52Words52Weeks

52 word stories over the course of 52 weeks

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