Saturday, November 24, 2012

100 Words a Day 109

He rushed into the courtyard and saw her sitting by the pond. He felt a sense of relief, but that was sluiced away as she turned him and he saw her face. It was running down her face like viscous, skin-colored mud. In place of eyes she had to black holes, and in place of her mouth was nothing but drippy flesh.

He could tell, despite her lack of a mouth, that she was smiling at him. It wasn’t a happy smile; it was superior, as though she had gotten the better of him. As he watched she continued melting.

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