As the solitary creature blinked at him from the semi-darkness at the bottom of the garden, he realised that it was alive and not a statue, an ornament or some strange gnome.
In the ephemeral, intransigent moonlight, the animal let out an eerie wail and then scampered away, disappearing behind the compost heap.
He wasn’t sure what type of animal it was but it looked feral and a bit wild.
This moment of tension, this garden encounter was enough to clear his writer’s block and inspire him to start writing a story. “Let the Wild rumpus start,” said Maurice Sendak.
This story was inspired by the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by The Haunted Wordsmith, click on the link below to see her post:
I have also incorporated the following word prompts: