Friday, May 09, 2025

Flash Fiction #666 -- Hel To Pay


 Toby, the farm dog, called the goats to him. They complained about leaving their feed, but Toby didn't care. This would be over quickly. He made certain Helen, the barn cat, handled the sheep nearby. Many farm animals respected the fiery little cat and her many sharp claws.

"I am going to be gone for a few days. You will behave." They made sounds of protest. Nearby, the sheep bleated in distress as the cat yowled. "If not … There will be Hel to pay."

They looked at the cat and went quietly to their food. There would be no trouble.

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