The sound, a low rumbling, caught my attention. In the darkness I caught sight of something large slip between the cracked garage door, like a tongue licking giant lips. Was the house purring? Is that what I heard? It was happy knowing it was about to be fed?
My path did not cross directly in front and I certainly felt no desire to get any closer to the garage. The curiosity of what I’d really seen and what I’d heard was strong, though. Perhaps if my errands hadn’t been quite so urgent, I might have crept closer to see what there was to see.
Then maybe this story would have a different ending….