Helen

Blood Beasts

The evening draws on. Some swifts fly in and out of our eaves. I take my glass, stand, and walk towards the kitchen door. Some dead leaves rustle underneath our hydrangea, beside the garden wall.

Strange, there’s no breeze tonight, not even a zephyr. Can’t be an animal. Must be a bird, I decide, a baby bird, poor thing, with a broken wing…

Blood Beasts by HJ Furl and Adam Carlton

(18+)

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