100 words: Bedfellow

The force field had held through the storm, protecting the small hut from the worst of the wind, hail and rain. Morning finally broke with a battle-weary silence and a watery light.

Ruahan stirred on her modest cot and froze.

Her feet and lower legs were immobilised.

Cautiously raising her head off the pillow, she peered into the gloom towards her legs.

Her eyes were snagged by the shredded door.

As she pondered the ferocity of the assault to have caused that damage, she became aware of the yellow eyes curiously watching her.

“Food?” The telepathic link stroked her mind.

©KimMagennis 2016

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