I ponder the old walls that are keeping out the savage night.
The hungry wind rattles the shutters and tries to make its way through the gaps in the floor boards.
The fire crackles and pops keeping my body warm, but the flickering fire light creates shadowy demons in every corner.
I get up and turn on the light. The blub buzzes to life and the demons disappear.
I lay down and let the wind with its howling beauty sing me to sleep.
A loud thumping noise raises my awareness suddenly.
Sunlight is glowing around the outside edges of the shutters.
I smile, Bandos is here to check up on me.
Category: Flash Fiction & PoetryTags: a 120-word-short-story, bad weather, fiction, fire light, Flash Fiction & Poetry, Flash Fiction: Eastcliff, historical buildings, Howling Wind, keeping warm by the fire, micro fiction, old buildings, savage nights, short story, storms, Stormy Nights