He was standing
outside late at night, waiting for the dog to decide to take a piss.
It was pleasant out
there, so he scrolled on his phone while his dog meandered around the yard,
sniffing every spot he’d sniffed 285 times already that day.
The crickets were
chirping, and spring peepers were chiming in. An owl or two hooted off in the
distance.
Then, silence.
He looked up,
slightly alarmed.
The dog stopped
mid-sniff and cocked his head, a low growl in his throat.
Around them,
hundreds of tiny eyes glowed in the darkness.
They blinked slowly
and simultaneously.
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