“He took a deep breath and his nostrils flared, almost as if he tried, like a hunting hound, to take my scent.” The Somnambulist and the Psychic Thief – Lisa Tuttle
I kept looking to see if there was any sign of the vehicle coming down the dusty road. All I saw was a lizard crossing the track. Mid way across he took a deep breath and his nostrils flared, almost as if he tried, like a hunting hound, to take my scent. Then it disappeared into the undergrowth.
It was impertinent but it was a family joke that he was always late. Even at his Birth he was nearly two weeks overdue. They always said he’d be late for his own funeral.
Sadly, now it turns out they were right.
This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge:
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