Autumn’s early light creeped through the bedroom window. Destiny bolted awake.
“Trick or treat my lovely.”
“You. . .”
A squeak intruded.
Thwack. The intruder crashed to the floor—his dagger abandoned.
“Who are you?” she stammered. Her hand clutched her throat.
“Cut! Print it.”
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Click http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/ for the rules of this challenge.
The word limit for Squeak is 75 words. I have used 47.