“Ah Mina. Thank you for volunteering. Remember you’re the bait?”
“Yes, Inspector.”
“You can change your mind.”
“No. Anything to catch this throat-ripping fiend.”
* * *
Midnight. A fog shrouded street. Mina loitering beneath a guttering lamp. A flapping overhead becomes padded footsteps. A low growl. A caped figure slowly emerges from the gloom.
“Oh, Inspector. You startled me. Nothing to report, sir.”
“I’m sorry, Mina, I tried to warn you,” snarled the inspector, fangs glistening.
My entry in the July 2023 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: Risk
Genre: Gaslamp Fantasy
M. Robert Gibson 