Apart from one gruesome detail. Many of their faces, arms and legs were nothing more than festering skeletons.
This was one of my very first prompt stories. A fun challenge that I'm going to enjoy revisiting for Fandango's Flashback Friday November the 11th. Steam-Witch Giles had walked the paths of the old oak forest, for many years. He’d asked his parents for a dog when he was ten. On the condition that he... Continue Reading →