Playing Chicken in Country Lanes

    Michael stepped into the small pocket of stagnant air in the crossroads, carefully placing his feet dead center. Waiting for the sun to rise, and a demon to visit.

    A voice came from the diagonal corner, where a scarecrow casually perched.

    “You sure about this?”

    The sound of screeching birds started low, in ominous vibrations.

    “I know what I’m doing.”

    The scarecrow nodded. “You seem to be a decisive fellow.”

    They watched as the horizon took on a bruised, purple boil, coursing in their direction.

    Sweat trickled down Michael’s neck.

    “What happens next isn’t pretty.”

    Michael bolted just as the first dark feathers were meters away, clutching at straw arms.

    As the sky turned to talons and claws, the scarecrow whispered, “boo.”

    Instantly, the mass of roiling feathers dissolved into morning light and silence.

    Shakily, Michael opened his eyes. “I thought you just did crows.”

    “Demons are easier.”  

Challenge theme “corners” – 150 words


2 thoughts on “Playing Chicken in Country Lanes

  1. This made me laugh. And it goes to show that even a very short story can surprise the reader at the end. At first, I thought the character was putting himself in mortal danger and wondered why he was taking the risk. Then the ending… Lol. Title funny too. Quite a mini roller coaster of a reading ride.

    Love, Mom

    On Thu, Mar 28, 2019, 10:17 AM Miller’s Minuscule Mystories wrote:

    > millersminusculemystories posted: ” Michael stepped into the small > pocket of stagnant air in the crossroads, carefully placing his feet dead > center. Waiting for the sun to rise, and a demon to visit. A voice came > from the diagonal corner, where a scarecro” >

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