Feed. & Waiting. Double Post. (Flash Fiction)

Writing today has been a bit difficult, mainly as I am so tired. My birthday party was fun and people seemed to enjoy themselves!

Overall it was a good weekend. Hope everyone enjoy theirs!
On with the show!

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Feed.

It lay there, breathing slowly, its great hulking body moving up and down, its stomach distended and full. It was just after eating a large meal and it would need time to digest it before it moved. It wasn’t concerned though, it had no predators, it was safe for now. A cool breeze stirred through the trees. Silver shadows danced across the ground, it looked at them disinterestedly. Normally it would bring prey back to its home, but the trip seemed to arduous, now it was regretting that decision. It could be safe and warm, but here, while safe, was cold. It wiggled its legs feebly, then groaned. It rocked back and forth, gaining momentum, after a few moments, it struggled to its feet, then yawned. It turned then began to trundle through the forest. The trees rustled angrily, though there was no breeze, as though they struggled to move away from it. It turned its head laboriously as it walked, back and forth, checking the way was clear. Sometimes trees blocked its path, it could scale them normally, but at this moment, it would be too intense a struggle.

It reached its lair without any trouble, it had many places to rest, but this was its most often used and favourite one. The caves opening was just large enough to allow it passage, but inside it widened out, the cave was warm, dry and comfortable. It had made a nest, it was comfortable. It shuffled around inside for a moment then lay down, sighing in pleasure. It was so good to rest. It closed its eyes, relaxing slowly, easing each muscle. After a few moments it began to snore, a deep heavy rumble, a few moments after that the snoring stopped and was replaced with heavy breathing.

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Waiting.

He looked at his watch, then glanced around. He was early, it was good to be early. The room was empty, it would be at least another ten minutes before anyone else showed up. He emptied his bag, then placed everything on the table, making sure it was all in its proper place. He opened the book to a blank page and tested his pen, it was still working. He wrote down the date, then placed the pen directly in the centre of the page, then he folded his hands and placed them on the desk. After a few moments waiting he opened the book he brought and began to read.

He looked up from his book, then checked his watch, frowning. They should have been here by now. He took out his phone and checked for messages. There was nothing. He looked at his watch again. Then sighed. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. He began to pack his things away, slowly, one at a time. Once his bag was packed he stood and looked around the room, wondering where everyone was. He left, slowly, lingering as long as possible. He reached the door and went into the hallway, it too was deserted. He turned and began to walk. It was a long trip in and it would be a long trip home.

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About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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