Here’s to LittleFears and his tenacious passion for puns and evocative art.
The sight of the beast, the woman’s partner said, provoked childhood fears the likes of which he’d suppressed — through therapy — and would care not to have them resurface.
The DI placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder. “But we need your statement.”
The fellow shook his head and narrowed his eyes at the detective. “This is going to haunt me forever. My little fears, they grow huge at night. You don’t know what I…”
“Without your help, Chastity’s death will go unpunished.”
At six am, the station had just started to buzz with activity. The smell of coffee and sweat drifted through the corridors. The heatwave continued unabated.
“Fingers like knives, blades extending from every angle of its body and a… a snout like it had descended from some primeval creature. And its eyes, lover’s eyes. Hungry lover’s eyes, that consumed me. Then it nosed down and began to… to feed.” The lad leaned forward and gripped his face, his voice muted. “Chassie’s b… blood, black in the streetlight, dripped…”
“Good,” The DI interrupted, pulled his phone out, tapped it and set it on the table. “Now again, from the top.”
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