A tongue-dangling leer draped the Sasquatch’s chin. He tilted his head, scrutinising me, greedy lips closed in. A flash of tongue whipped past my face. My rum-and-raisin ice-cream vanished without a trace. He chortled at my contorted guise and catapulted away.
Link up with Five sentence Fiction at Lillie McFerrin Writes. This week’s word is Hunger.