Three Line Tales: Owl door

This little shocker is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt. It obviously follows the same line of thought as my short story ‘Whoosh’. If you haven’t read it, it’s here

photo by Bogdan Dada via Unsplash


Nights were full of terror, flutterings and clawed screaming, until the house rocked in madness.

All around the barn would be scattered the remains, fur, feathers and shiny ropes of entrails, and overhead hung the lowering cloud that never seemed to lift.

The morning they found the torn, bloody coat of the missing child among the nightly havoc, the owl door was finally chained closed.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

40 thoughts on “Three Line Tales: Owl door”

      1. That’s gross, but at least it results in more evocative imagery than what the beasties leave lying around my neighborhood, which is piles of poop. 😉

      2. There’s something sad about wild animals that hang around humans. I don’t mean the birds that don’t eat or use anything we provide, they just profit from our garden insects and try not to get eaten by our cats. But the animals that come into towns to scavenge our leavings.

      3. We do have a fair amount of wild areas and refuges near us, but yes, I’m sure the coyotes and bobcats would be happier somewhere farther from humans.

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