M.R DAVID BURROWS
NEW YORK CITY
CONTENTS FRAGILE
George smiled to himself.
This was going to be easy.
He took out his knife and started to pry of the lid. He worked carefully, prying each nail loose so he's be able to close the crate tight again when he was finished.
He'd made it halfway around when he heard a strange sound.
The hair on his arms prickled.
It was the same feeling he'd had the night of panther, that someone or something was watching him.
George stared at the crate, his heart pounding.