Sunday, 10 October 2010

Slap and Tickle

I watched her play with it; a cat slapping at a trapped mouse. Katie giggled. She looked up for approval. I hadn't seen anything yet to demonstrate a particular talent. My mouth turned down in disappointment, an ugly pout.

"Let it go and give me something else."

Katie shrugged. She wiped her eyeball free of grime and popped it back in its socket. I tossed her a pair of scissors; nodded at her feet. She blinked, not without difficulty.

"Big toe," I said.

She obliged.
Lily Childs is a writer of horror, esoteric, mystery and chilling fiction.

If you see her dancing outside in a thunder storm - don't try to bring her in. She's safe.