The Owl Mug
by Jack Wolfe Frost
An Owl mug. Flash fiction in two parts
The Owl Act I
I hate it. Plain, white and featureless, with just a hint of an owl. It’s a mug – a giant teacup. And I hate it. ‘She’ owns three owl mugs; two I like – though not this one. It’s big and fat; it must of gr...
The Owl's End?
I’m out now, escaped when the moon was full, slipping past the werewolves and – no, the vampires and zombies had been banned, so I didn’t have to worry about them.
I reach home, only one thought on my mind… destroy. Must destroy that f...