Fiction on Friday 24: Night Sounds

He jolted awake, sure he’d heard something. He lay there, breath frozen in his chest and ears tingling with the strain of listening.

Nothing except the faint swoosh of traffic. He tried to relax.

There was a faint scuffing sound, like a piece of paper drifting. Maybe something had blown off his desk?

But the window was closed…

He sat up, peering down at the floor. Something shot out from under the bed and he swore.

He flicked on the bedside lamp. A tiny scrap of darkness stopped dead in the middle of the floor, quivered, then slowly faded away.

Wordcount: 100

Prompt Word: darkness