Sewn Shut

Fifty-word story [23]

“His eyes are sewn shut,” Marc whispered. “Don’t move. He’ll hear you.”

The three boys quieted as the monster crept through the woods. Tree branches snapped. Leaves rustled.

Silence.

“Raaa!” The monster jumped out and tried to devour the others.

“Get back to base!” Marc exclaimed, inhaling sweet summer air.


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