Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Three Hundred and Eighty-Nine

We was hunting food when there come this bang and such a stench of sulphur that it near to blowed off our heads. Elmer he falls to the ground a-cryin’and a-prayin’, but the rest of us ain’t much into church so we primes our guns and waits.

Next thing we hears is a sound like something is tearin’ up the sky with big hungry claws. Elmer he faints.

Then the ripping sound comes closer and there’s such a tear as you would never believe, right through the space/time continuum.

Dobie shot this critter as it come through

©jane jago

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