Today on Microdosing our prompt is OLD!
Write a story in 100 words!
Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge.
Pale skin and frail bones made sense the hooligans would target me. To them, I was just a withered old man, skulking around the city's moonlit streets. My exquisite clothing likely made them assume I'd wear other riches on me.
Three "heroes" jumped me in the back alley. Their bats fell down on me repeatedly. I played along, asking for mercy with a trembling voice.
I'll admit I couldn't hold the ruse up for long. My laughter made them step back. My wounds mended, fangs grew in my gums. Fear scented the air.
What a feast it was that night.
Old
What’s that line they say?
“One day, this will all be yours.”
I gaze on his wasted body, that once-strong man that threw me skyward to sit, giggling on broad shoulders.
Now the only sign of a life is the faint pulse that beats slowly in his neck. Blue vein beneath transparent skin, a man literally vanishing.
His eyes open, the light of a smile within, the faintest squeeze of a hand.
“You alright Dad?” I whisper.
He beckons me closer with the slightest turn of his head.
“Just piss off home, son. Get some sleep.”
PROMPT: OLD
THE HUNGER
It was a cold night.
Too cold to be out alone, with frost already forming on the trees and a biting chill in the air.
He was getting too old for this.
Too old to be wandering the streets, searching for scraps of discarded food outside restaurants.
And it wasn’t particularly safe, either.
Most people despised him, and didn’t want him anywhere near them. They would look at him with contempt, shout abuse, and even throw things at him.
But he had to keep going.
He had four hungry cubs waiting back in the den, and they needed to eat… 😎