This story was entered in Michael J. Solender's micro-flash 101 word contest "Dog Days of Summer" in which the words "summer" and "heat" had to appear in the story. Michael has published an e-Chapbook over at his website: "NOT from here, are you?" I am thrilled that my story made the cut, and appears in Michael's book. Many of the #fridayflash community participated in this fun contest, including the winner: Sam Adamson. Go give them all a read. It's only 101 words. You can read them by clicking on the links above.
The TV was loud. A Miami Heat game. Old Man Carver, asleep in his recliner, sparse grey hair flying in the summer breeze through the open window, didn’t hear the intruder enter the decrepit farmhouse.
Boots (the cat) heard and saw; hissing from atop the parlor table, fur rising.
“Who that?” Carver shook himself awake, then looking up, saw who.
“The hell with you! I 'aint goin’!”
The intruder said nothing.
Carver stood, brandishing fists. “Try me, you bastard!”
Minutes later, the black-hooded figure limped up the lane, fiddling with a PDA.
“I was so sure it was today,” Death whimpered.