Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Fifteen

She had walked this way many times before, but tonight it was different. There was an indefinable hunger in the muggy night air, while the naked trees seemed to be crowding onto the path and reaching towards her with their twiggy fingers.

When the man leapt from behind the crazily leaning gravestone it was almost a relief. She barely registered his state of semi-undress, and even his evident excitement wasn’t enough to frighten her. 

His clawed fingers reached for her unprotected throat, but they never reached her skin.

Behind her his agonised screams went on for quite some time. 

©️jane jago

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