close all the blinds
-- grab the shotgun
hide in the closet
silence…

all but a routine for Dom Straner
he would take no chances
his worst fear had flown over his house and into his backyard

QUACK!! QUACK!!

As a youth, Dom had been attacked by a mad swarm of ducks
for he had accidentally run over one of the chicks on his bike
this traumatized him

Anatidaephobia is the fear that somewhere in the world a duck is watching you.

QUACK!! QUACK!!

Two more foul beasts had infiltrated his property
-- he started having flash backs from nom’
the ducks were like fighter jets dropping “ bombs” all over his house
it was as if he was suffering a severe case of shell shock
he was shivering, shaking, sweating

Pick up the phone, dial 9-1-1
-- no, what will they do besides laugh at me
it’s hopeless
it’s scary
its ridiculous!
-- and he knows it

several hours pass

silence
Dom has grown tired of the closet
claustrophobia begins to kick in
-- he's anxious
he dances around like a toddler who has to pee

QUACK!! Quack… Quack

the terrifying sounds begins to fade off into the distance
like a police car with its sirens on speeding away

silence…
-- open the closet door
-- put the shot gun away
-- open the blinds…
safe for another day