FLASH FICTION CONTEST #7

I sat against the oak, escaping Katrine’s whining. From deep in the forest I could hear howls, sending shivers down my spine.

I paused, hearing a deep growl nearby. Thick fog soaked through my jeans. Twigs snapped underneath as a red wolf stalked into the clearing, blood dripping from its jaws. The air smelled like iron.

I scrambled backwards towards home, our eyes locked.

“Samet!” I crashed through the broken door to Mother holding Katrine, cornered. I slipped behind the beast, whacking its snout with a poker, sending it scampering. I lifted the cellar doors, and we descended into darkness.