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Hostale Takeover
The signs were subtle, at first. Until Theo looked closely. That was when she saw. The charcoal claws pointing away from and
emerging from the wooden framework of the door.
She put a finger to them, scratching back and forth. No change.
Wetting a tip slightly, she tried again.
Still nothing. At first, she
dismissed it as a random quirk; the interplay of light with shadow. She knew even then she could not convince
herself; completely or at all. Still,
she slept, which had been her aim. The
morning after, the paws reaching forth were longer. Marginally.
Curled forwards, with direction.
Theo shivered. She thought she
knew where they came from now. Crossing
to the bookshelves, she flicked through the selected hefty volume. Sure enough, she spotted space amongst the
typescript of the tale. The tail was
coming. Following the fur and
fangs. Focused fiction. One aim.
Capture and corner.
(150 words)
Comment
Deliberate typo in the title, which hopefully makes sense once you've read the story. The word prompt for this week was "cornered".
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