“Leave him be, Billy.”

“Dumb wolf cur always stares at us.”

“It’s just his way.”

Billy hurls another rock, but I knock it down with my book. Not a sound comes from the fenced in junkyard, but I know from the look on Billy’s face that Midnight is showing off his pearly whites.

“Fine,” he yells, then disappears around the corner.

Midnight’s golden eyes meet me when I turn. “Sorry, Midnight. See you tomorrow.”

Silence greets me, as it has every day for the past five years. I smile anyway, then hurry to catch up with Billy.

A hand slaps over my mouth and I’m dragged into a dark alley. I crash into a wall. My head spins. Three masked figures loom over me. Hands dig into my pockets, yank off my sneakers. A fist slams into my gut. My heart pounds as a knife flicks into view, arm ready to strike. Billy’s body lies nearby. I clamped my eyes shut, and wait for death.

Screams fill my ears, but they aren’t mine. When I finally open my eyes, my attackers lie in a pool of dark liquid. A pair of glowing gold eyes stare at me from across the alley. Then they vanish.


The police never found Midnight and the junk man claimed he never had a dog. I don’t walk that way anymore, but sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I see Midnight in the shadows, watching out for me.

About A. L. Kaplan

I am a writer, artist, and parent.
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1 Response to MIDNIGHT WOLF

  1. Kelly says:

    It’s always good to have someone or something lurking in the shadows – nice one! 🙂


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