Microscopic Stories

Park Bench

Park Bench

She was sitting on a park bench in the gathering twilight. Lost in thought, she gave no indication of leaving soon. I approached openly and gestured at the other end of the bench. She nodded in answer to my unspoken question. I sat down.

I waited a while before opening the conversation.

“It’s late to be in the park.”

She looked at me. “Should I be worried?”

“Perhaps,” I answered. “Bad things happen in the park at night.”

“Are you one of them?” she asked.

“No.”

“But I might be.” She smiled and I saw the flash of her fangs.


Word count: 100
For Intuey’s Newsfeed Challenge, September 2024
Prompt: Write a 100 word story.