A Hunters’ Moon at the French Gulch Hotel

Chattering coyote laughter woke a sweat-drenched psychic; clairvoyance tormented him with nocturnal visions of travelers in torment. Shovel-in-hand, the village soothsayer climbed the moonlit western ridge of Iron Mountain. He prepared to save a life or dig a grave. The glowing yellow eyes of an owl followed his cattywampus course.

This short story first appeared on September 9th, 2024 in Fifty-Word Stories.