And now for something completely different—a mini story prompt. I hope you’ll share a sentence or tow to conclude this opening for a mini tale (or tail) of TERROR!
She rolled over and sighed, willing herself back to sleep. She stretched her legs, her feet reaching all the way to the bottom of the bed, brushing against a furry flank—her cat. But then she heard, the low, rumble of his purr and felt his whiskers brush her cheek. Her eyes blinking open to a familiar sight.
Then WHAT was snuggling with her feet at the end of the bed?
Where should this story go next?
