The amber light cast a warm glow onto a pale leg covered in throbbing black globs of gelatinous leeches. The skin around them was angry and red, blood dripped down Dale’s leg from under each of the worms as they fed in abundance.
Do you remember Lisbon? I’ll ask.
He put his head down and breathed deeply, letting the death creep into his bones, fill the tiny spaces between his joints and beat against the tiny bones in his inner ear. When he raised his head again he had transformed in the eyes of all around him. It was a subtle effect, but convincing. The body inhabiting the disguise was gone, only the deceased remained.
And as he drew closer to the vacated spot, his mind made two sudden connections. The first was that he was about to drive the mower over an injured bird. The second was less a thought and more of an impulse to move his foot to the brake.
In a wintered city divided by a river there will always be those who see frozen water not as a danger, but as an extension to an already perilous toboggan route.
“Okay, when I was younger my parents took me to a restaurant with a chocolate fountain..."
“I’m actually kind of afraid of spiders. I think I have a phobia,” I said, knowing full well he wouldn’t understand the word.
“What is this word fffoo-bee-a?” He drove a nail into the wood.