IT

I would like to share a story with you from my first book, The Flash Zone - A Collection of Short Short Stories.  I hope you enjoy!

IT

It had been a long, exhausting day for old George and all he could think about was stretching out on the sofa for a well-deserved nap, after all, he had located a missing little girl and apprehended a dangerous criminal so he was entitled to it.  Still, there was a little apprehension about closing his eyes because the room seemed different and for George, different meant danger.

Vases had been moved around, unfamiliar objects were strewn all over the floor and he could swear he heard strange sounds coming from the other room, that could only mean one thing, IT was back.  He thought he had dealt with the creature sufficiently, and banished it from his lair permanently but obviously not because IT was back, he could sense its presence.

IT of course was a hideous creature, a demon of sorts, with a cork of kinds inserted in its mouth to silence its hideous and deafening battle cry.  IT could use its four legs to travel at lightning speed and IT existed only to torment him, of that he was certain, and when IT went to war, IT did so viciously, grasping his skin and tugging his ears, biting his leg and slobbering over his eyeballs.  He couldn’t fight IT, there would be repercussions so IT just couldn’t lose.  He would rather tackle one hundred criminals on any given day then to have to face IT, but IT was back, and he thought about hiding but it was too late, IT had found him.

A pull here, a bite there, slobber, slobber, slobber!  There just didn’t seem to be any end to this nightmare, when it seemed IT had had enough, IT started all over again.

“Do you want to go outside George?”  His partner’s voice never sounded so angelic as it did right there and then.

Without hesitation he dashed from the sofa, careful not to knock IT over, and ran as fast as he could  for the door and in a flash he was outside.  With any luck, IT would be in bed before he made his way back inside.  Funny, he thought, they don’t teach you how to deal with grandchildren in Police Dog School.