Something was living in the attic.
He lay awake at night, listening to the scratches and thumps, picturing a menagerie of suspects.
Rats, birds, squirrels, chipmunks, and even raccoons were considered and dismissed. Whatever it was, it sounded too heavy for anything he could think of.
Finally, he pulled on his robe and grabbed a flashlight. He took a laundry bag in the other hand to trap whatever it was.
He mounted the stairs and came face to face with the bobcat. It eyed him dispassionately as he back slowly out of the attic and closed the door behind him.
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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.