C is for Creatures

          The creatures looked up with interest, their eyes flicked and moved around in panic, they fell on the window. the dark, silent window, they had heard. The male watched them, their sleek bodies moved and twitched, the noses moving constantly as if getting ready for an attack. The ears interested him, he hushed the child with his finger and watched. They moved, in all directions, in circles, pure movement. Like a clock that kept winding round without stopping. Up and down, like a seesaw. He placed his hand on the cold glass and peered out at the mysterious blue-black blanket of night sky. Slowly becoming aware that the beautiful sleek blue-black creatures had no interest in him. He opened his eyes wide and searched as if he was panicked, he searched the dark skies desperately as if he was the one in danger. The intense silence was long and frustrating to be in, something was happening out there, but what was it? The silence was prolonged by the slow ticking of the clock, nothing moved...and then! Quick as a flash of lightning, it came from nowhere, the small dart of white, the creatures, illuminated by the flash ran from the square in panicked urgency. They could have killed the owner of the luminescent white glow, it was tiny and they were huge compared to it, but the creatures fled as if they had been shot.

          The male gave up his continued search for that strange, broken night and retired to his bed, suddenly tired and very worn out even though he had been doing nothing at all, but sitting down and watching the dark night sky and the wild beasts that no-one knew of but he.




Unknown beasts, found in Sinister Purpose.