Day 8:49 am
“There was only one inner door, so the hunter opened it. He held his candle at arm’s length, but still could see nothing more than the foot of an ocean-sized bed. The hunter crawled across its length, disregarding the brief waft of mold from the blankets. He placed the candlestick on the squat table beside the bed and pulled the covers up over his body.”
Thank you to the wonderful people at Pseudopod who let me play in their sandbox again. We hope you enjoy the stories!