mr-pixal

The girl glanced back, squinting into the thick curtain of snow. She stood for a time, watching between the fleshless trees, looking for It she knew was there. She adjusted a coat on the shadow which lay as still as the forest, knowing It's belly knawed and twisted, watching. They both knew the shadow was already gone. The shadow of a girl. She said something to the shadow as the flakes gathered gently on her shoulders. It didn't understand, but it felt the longing pain: the guilt. She turned, crunching away. The once-tree's silent whispers hushed as the sled hissed past. Their thoughts were heavy as the roaring quiet as they recognized a sha