He opened the wooden shutters and peeped out of the window, standing well back so as not to be seen. Nobody there. He strained his ears, listening for…something, some sign that he was not alone. Nothing.
Someone was coming. Not yet, but it wouldn’t be long now. It was no use running. There was nowhere else to hide. It would all be over soon. All he could do was wait. He waited.
He almost missed it. A flash of red amongst the trees.
It was time.
Licking his large teeth, he hopped into bed, closed his large eyes, and waited.
This post is part of the 100 Word Challenge for Grown-Ups at Julia’s Place.