Pestivite's Blog

Scribblez n Sundry


January 2021

  • BAD UNCLE

    The grass trembles and whips aside when the girl runs past, moving so fast that she is almost a blur. Twigs snap and leaves shiver off their branches as she barrels along, her bare feet leaving small prints in the dry sand. She can hear him breathing. He is close, and the distance between them… Continue reading