Men are such fools, she thought, gazing at the shadow which fell behind them as he walked across the field with her clinging to his back. No wonder I have never loved. How can I possibly love when he is behaving like a lovesick teenager? He has no inkling of what’s in store for him tonight. He doesn’t see the real me.
Her shadow deepened in the slanted rays of the setting sun, becoming gradually denser and darker. Smirking, she watched its full lips draw back into a wide smile, revealing a pair of long, sharp incisors.
Nearly dinner time.
This 100 word flash fiction was written for Don Massenzio’s photo challenge. You can join in here: https://donmassenzio.wordpress.com/2019/02/27/stock-photo-challenge/