“ Jennnnniferrr . . . ” It stood motionless in the dry and colorless grass, not even the plumes of darkened silk or deep red pompoms adhered to the will of the wind. “ You lost, Jennifer? ” it croaked. “ Take a balloon, and I’ll take you home. ” It stuck and sunk its teeth into the bright red skin of the balloon that would veil it, and it popped. Thick and dripping blood spat and covered every surface about it, save for It. “ Don’t worry, ” it giggled, “ I have more! ”
/ @titstm. 🎈













