Dark Locks

By A.H. David

The faded carcass bloated under grey dawn as the remaining of the hurricane drummed rain on the roof. the other swine shied from the prize hog as though the magic at the back of its sneezing death lingered in the black mud. inside the residence, coryss blew her nostril and brushed dark locks from her face. she wiped her raw eyes grown puffy with tears and ringed with darkish circles. coryss stooped over the corpses, lifeless from the same curse as bandor outside. her hands trembled over her immobile dad and mom. the doorRattled in its body and muted laughter fluttered on the wind. coryss floor her enamel and measured material for the shrouds. no relaxation from the ones bothersome hags. she rolled her ma and dad inside the cloth and started out the hard stitching. coryss pricked her finger with the needle and clenched her fist with a hiss. she need to be clumsy along with her grief. she resumed her challenge and the needle trailed a skinny streak of her blood at the fabric with the following stitch. the seams lengthened on the shrouds with several moreCrimson streaks as decoration. coryss' palms ached but she persevered for her dad and mom. the door rattled yet again. coryss jerked and pricked her finger. "enough's enough " her bellow rang in her ears. cackles whispered from beyond the closed door. coryss shoved her arms into her mouth and sucked the wound. "emuff's emuff." they weren't obtainable however their mockery pricked like the needle. she'd see to them as soon as... simply finish sewing. she eliminated her finger from her mouth. blood welled fromThe wound. she sniffed, wiped the blood on her skirt, and glared at the thin shaft of steel in her different hand. "i'll come up with extra than a black-eye, hanig the hexer." those witches cursed pa's prize pig with sneezing loss of life. if only he'd offered bandor to the hag. she blamed herself. coryss rubbed her damp cheek. my fist just made it worse. she caressed her mother's hair. "i'm sorry." tears flowed again but her cheeks heated. those greedy hags didn't need to kill the pig for spite. she smacked theGround. a black-eye isn't worth ma and dad. petty witches. she blew her nostril and snatched the needle. "ouch." the needle lanced her finger. she winced and gritted her teeth. "believe a curse that makes you prick yourself to loss of life if you stitch lengthy sufficient " she chuckled after which shivered. they'd plan some thing unique for her. but she'd take the fight to them. coryss pricked herself again.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: B0C9SBMJV6
• ISBN13: 9798852047526
• Release Date: July 2023
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 28 Pages
• Weight: 0.20 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.1" x 8.5" x 11.0"