The monster had always been there, but now it was forgotten, no longer whispered about on dark nights. Each year people weakened the shell around it, carting the stone away to build pillars.
It waited silently, knowing that soon it would be able to break out.
Soon it could destroy.
A #fiftywords challenge entry. This week's theme was "hatch." I ended up with this story that you can take literally or figuratively.
