Feast Gift
Author: Guede Mazaka | ||||||
*** Never walk into the woods of Sleepy Hollow alone. Not unless you're wanting a shock. Bark rasping through his clothing, and shredding away his desperate grip, layer by layer. Iron grip on his chin and neck, coldness in the shape of five fingers burning into his chest. And yet, the lips and the teeth are gentle as lambs nuzzling. When the…spirit draws back, Ichabod is whimpering. "I've-I've been walking for hours…" "And I've been walking for decades." The Horseman smiles and bends down to his unexpected picnic once more. *** |