a/n: A story I started in class last year that I never finished. I just found it and reread it, only to discover that I had stopped writing at exactly 55 words... Strange, huh? (If you don't know what I mean, then check out my other 55 word stories.)

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She crept along the side of the road, carefully navigating her way through the shadows so as not to frighten the boy that lay just beyond her reach.

She was hungry. Too long had she waited for the release that never came. Too long had she waited to feast.

And she was hungry. So hungry…