05/25/2009 (29 Comments)

Back on the island, the sun was shining unhindered through the bare windows in Keith’s bedroom. The green duffle bag he had left on the bed wiggled. Then it was still. “Kirrrr??” The creature inside of it pushed up against the top. It was getting a little warm and stuffy in the bag. There were no more interesting sounds to listen to and it was very quiet. The animal rolled onto her back with some effort and started kicking at the top of the bag. The fabric was tough, but by bracing herself back on her shoulders and kicking repeatedly she felt the material begin to weaken and was then rewarded with a scrap of sunlight. Encouraged by the light, the creature kicked harder and the top of the bag was quickly reduced to shreds. She wiggled her claw tipped claws for a moment, then started to push her other leg through. “Sqick!” It didn’t work. The bag rolled onto its side with a whump and laid still for a moment.