Sure, there were three of us at the time but that hardly made a difference. He went bounding through the tall reeds and we never found hide nor hair. We were out there for a good part of the spring and it was raining off and on the whole time. We’d stop in at the old farmhouse and old Maggie would brew us up coffees and we’d warm up but then we’d go back out there, knowing he was there somewhere. Then he’d strike again, some of the cattle this time, or a pig and we’d all curse him for slipping through our fingers so easily. Continue reading →

This was a shiny globe with a personality. The thing would look at me from across the room and I knew what it was getting at. Everywhere I went, it was after me- it would roll through the subway doors just as they were closing. No one noticed it- or maybe they did but they didn’t let on- you know how they are on the subway, everyone avoiding eye contact.

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The king always wore his largest fur coat, which was filthy because he wouldn’t let anyone else touch it and it dragged on the floor, even through the mud in the stables. He slept in it. It made him look like a wild animal himself, like a giant wolf, his unkempt hair and beard adding to this appearance. Lately he stayed out of the public eye, allowing his servants to make all the pronouncements for him, in front of the throngs. The king would only venture out into the public to watch a hanging or to order someone to be hung. The rest of the time he paced the halls or spent time throwing raw meat to his dogs.

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