Whisps of fog twirl in the night, dancing across the grassy field. The moon hangs low in the sky, a lidless white eye. A figure is chained to a cracking wooden post. He looks to the heavens. Flesh bubbles. Brown eyes turn yellow. Fur bursts from skin, talons from shoes.
A woman watches. She did not believe her lover; she thought him crazy. She aims her rifle, holds his gaze. The chains strain. The post begins to break. She pulls the trigger — click.
She closes her eyes awaiting death. The beast thumps past — rank breath. It howls. She is alone.
A woman watches. She did not believe her lover; she thought him crazy. She aims her rifle, holds his gaze. The chains strain. The post begins to break. She pulls the trigger — click.
She closes her eyes awaiting death. The beast thumps past — rank breath. It howls. She is alone.
