100 Words - The Yard

junkyard cat

The sunset has turned all the white trucks beige.

I love riding my bike through the junkyard, like it’s some post-apocalyptic wasteland. I scream and frighten the rodents who live among the rusting hulks.

Everyone warned me that the yard was guarded by a big dog, but I’ve never seen it. There’s a cat, but he just lays in the sun.

Then, the creature appeared. It was huge. It’s shadow covered the whole yard. I looked up and nearly crapped myself when I saw the full moon. I turned my bike around and peddled for my life.

Never went back.