The Present

[sickfish]

he didn't give nothing . It's a fucking half-page ! It's just unfinished . I decided to continue with it in the same style . Anyone else wants to, feel free . Could be fun !

[sickfish]

Now it was almost at her feet . It recognised the smell. It was that bitch who had thrown it down the well. That was not pleasant . Drowning was not pleasant .
Chasing birds and mice and squirrels in the sunny meadow ... that was nice . That was after the drowning . That was like a dream . In fact , was it a dream ? Was the dream now over ? If it was then the owner of those feet had something to do with it .

The thing that was once called Toby pounced .

Upstairs Karaw was woken by the screams . It was her mother . Frozen by indecision, Karaw waited a whole minute before getting out of bed . She reasoned it thus :

1 : Her mother was a bitch and deserved some pain .

2 : Whatever was making her scream was obviously too big . If her mother couldn't deal with it , how could a girl half her size ?

Barefoot, so as to make less noise, Karaw tiptoed across the treated beams of her bedroom floor ...