Not even a nibble… (Flash FIction Fridays #71)

The field mouse emerged from its burrow and screeched to a halt. There was a giant, winged reptile staring right at it. For a moment, the mouse considered trying to flee, but every instinct in its body was screaming that escape was impossible. All it could do was accept the inevitability of its demise…

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Spot turned his head to look at the field mouse. The little animal was frozen in terror, staring at him as if he was the single most terrifying thing it had ever seen.

That was probably true...