Friday, October 30, 2015

Hideous




In keeping with the Halloween/Samhain season, I have a dark and slightly creepy piece of flash fiction for you this week. Even creepier is the idea that we’ll be turning our clocks back on Sunday so that it’ll be growing dark in Juneau by 4:30 Sunday afternoon! I’m yawning and ready to cuddle up in a quilt just thinking about it. Does anyone have any great winter reading suggestions?

Hideous

"Nothing has changed," he said.
I glanced down at what was left of his hands after frostbite had whittled away all but three of his fingers.
"How can you say that? Everything has changed, Carter. Everything."
He reached for me then, and I recoiled. I couldn't bear to have him touch me with those hideous stumps. That was bad enough, but it was his expression of surprised pain that made me turn away in disgust. As I turned, I saw his grandmother watching us from her rocking chair.
"You're an ugly beast," she told me, then spat. She was as shriveled as a dried apple, but she could spit as well as any lad. I wiped my face and left. The next morning I awoke here, surrounded by roses and trapped in the body of a beast.
How was I to know she was a witch?

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