Saturday, February 09, 2008
Excerpt from an unwritten future
Jasfoup knelt in front of the child and offered her the soft toy. Wide eyes the colour of old walnuts stared at him before snatching it out of his hands. Not a word was spoken, but the demon sank down into a cross-legged position, almost but not quite invading the child’s personal space. She backed up an inch – as much as she could gain by sitting straighter against the wall and smiled, pulling the bear close and sinking her cheek against its acrylic fur. Jasfoup reached forward, brushing a lock of her dark hair from her cheek. She bit him.