The creature sat in the bed of the pickup truck, legs tucked up, staring across the driveway at the house. Its icy blue eyes didn't blink, and it towered over the height of the cab, its thick fur brighter than the snow piled on top.
Soon, it began to howl.
"It's still out there."
"You know what it wants," my husband said. I sighed.
"Fine," I said. I zipped my jacket and grabbed my keys. "I'll drive around the block until it falls asleep. But this is the last time." It was cute, but sometimes I regretted adopting that yeti.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.