Dec 1, 2015
“I am not afraid of you.” She stood completely still, entranced by the presence of this ancient creature. She wondered if it was time that had made him cruel, or if he had always been so hateful. She couldn’t imagine him as a child. He knew too much, had seen too much. His lips slid into a smile, slick and feline, like a predator who had finally lured their prey into a trap. “But you are afraid of death, though.” Hypnotizing, traumatizing, the edges of him were all blurry. He consumed everything. “And am I not death?”
