I Do Not Want To

500 words | Horror | Flash Fiction |

I embrace her on the Dane Hills, a whimpering foundling clinging on to the strange mother’s waist. She is not a stranger to me; she is of this world, and so am I.

Her nose, angled upwards to inhale the crisp night, points her focus south. In the south, a hushed hamlet sleeps.

She pays me no mind as she clambers down, the earth set beneath her long claws. …