✮ Close Call ✮
Rip. “Bad doggy.” The little pooch’s teeth were hooked into his cloak again. The small teeth worked through the gloomy fabric invisible mostly to humans except a gifted few. Death lifted the cloak a little, enough to meet its round eyes. They were full of life reflecting a disquieting figure. The creature froze, tail thumping against his boot. He doesn’t have time for this. Neither does the soul…













