A chilling short story featuring and animal’s body part
‘Perhaps it was a premonition,’ said Jake as he and Meg lay down in the grass, taking a break from hay making. ‘I dreamt I was camping and, in the dead of night, heard something scratching against the canvas. Next day, searching outside, I spotted a trail of bent grasses splattered with blood. Following the trail I beheld the severed hand of a mole, ghostly pale, clawing its way ahead of me through the undergrowth just out of reach. Down on all fours in a frenzied chase, I scampered after that hideous appendage and, lurching forwards, stretched out to seize it.’ Demonstrating the action he flung out his arm unaware of the nearby labourer’s scythe. Meg screamed but was too late to save him. All she could do was stare in horror at Jake’s severed hand, sliced off at the wrist, bleeding into the ground, just out of his reach.
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