The Bell and The Owl
100 Word Story
The recessed doorway of the vacant shop felt like a sauna compared to the chilling wind out on the darkening dead-end street.
Braylon Humphries tucked his feet under his ass for extra warmth. As he did, a deep, percussive note sounded. In his startled state, he flinched and his left leg cramped fiercely.
Across the way, the Eurasian owl that was the books…
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