Lochetic
- Elise Betz
- Apr 30
- 1 min read
Based on an X post prompt (73 words)
Crouching in masking shadows, she shivered, her heart thumping loudly in her own ears.
The beast approached slowly, confidently, smirking with triumph. It almost sauntered.
A kill was assured that night.
Anticipation of fresh meat and an assured victory caused viscous saliva to drip from the beast’s lips. Lunging, it attacked, teeth bared, jaws unhinged.
She had it right where she wanted it. It stood no chance; she devoured it like a canape.




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