Writer, co-founder of Bad Language and many-time First Draft performer Daniel Carpenter shares his story The Flame Fox for our October ‘Haunted‘ theme. It was first performed as part of a double act with fellow writer David Hartley at our Show and Tell event, way back in the depths of 2014.
The Flame Fox
The Great Skulking started that night. A rustling and chiming of bin lids, empty milk bottles teetering, teasing their falling from the whack of a bushy tale. Looking out of the window you could have sworn you saw one or two of them in the streets, but when you looked again you dismissed it. It’s just the sleep. There are no foxes. Not in this neighbourhood. But all too soon it got worse. The flashing of car headlights, mid-alarm, the growling of something in the alleyway and the
of a thing in your kitchen. When you sit bolt upright in bed, your first thought is that it is just your dog. Coming in from the rain and the wind. But then you hear a pathetic whining from the end of the bed, and you see the bright orange flames singeing the wallpaper up the stairs.
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