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Voretober Day 14: Salad

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Night Mare!!! Crochet Pattern now available by Crafty Intentions.

Happy Spooky Season! The Night Mare pattern comes with instructions for the body, legs, head, eyelids, two sets of ears, wings, two types of manes and one type of tail! You can find it here on Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/listing/882475613/night-mare-skeletal-horse-amigurumi Or here on Ravelry: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/night-mare

[craftyintentions]

Night Mare!!! Crochet Pattern now available by Crafty Intentions.

Happy Spooky Season! The Night Mare pattern comes with instructions for the body, legs, head, eyelids, two sets of ears, wings, two types of manes and one type of tail! You can find it here on Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/listing/882475613/night-mare-skeletal-horse-amigurumi Or here on Ravelry: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/night-mare

[craftyintentions]

My new Night Mare crochet pattern is NOW AVAILABLE!!

Happy Spooky Season! The Night Mare pattern comes with instructions for the body, legs, head, eyelids, two sets of ears, wings, two types of manes and one type of tail!

You can find it here on Etsy: https://www.etsy.com/listing/882475613/night-mare-skeletal-horse-amigurumi

Or here on Ravelry: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/night-mare

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Motorway Service Station

Deathhorse walked into the shop. The fridge-cooled oxygen refreshed him, it was hot outside. The check out girl didn’t look up. 

Deathhorse walked around the shop, scanning rows of corn chips, chocolate and light mayo sandwiches, observing even the magazine section with a calm, swift precision. His body was perfectly in sync with his feet, although his hands swung vacantly at his side. 

The only section his eyes skipped contained cheap dvds and pc games. The check out girl was reading a magazine.

He stopped when he reached the confectionary section, where I had stood moments before. His hands remained at his side, though you might have seen his eyes strain slightly had you looked. I was five metres away comparing different brands of toothpaste. There was a 2 for 1 offer on extra-whitening, but it remained expensive nonetheless.

Suddenly Deathhorse turned, and headed for the till. His hands were empty. The check out girl didn’t immediately look up. Deathhorse spoke first.

‘Have you got any Eternity Bars?’

‘For eternal life? We have both fructose and glucose based. They should be right behind you, next to the breakfast cereals.’

Deathhorse looked over his shoulder to where he had been standing. He turned back to the check out assistant, his eyes not flinching as the air shifted around him.

‘I think you’ve run out.’

The check out girl glanced over at the small gap next to the breakfast cereals. They had run out. This was when I spoke.

‘I think I took the last one.’

Deathhorse looked at me, registering me as if he had seen me, obscurely, before.

‘Do you mind if I have it?’

The shop was silent for a moment. I held his gaze, but the toothpaste felt slightly out of place in my hand. I was vaguely aware of a flow of traffic outside, cars rushing in both directions, the motorway digging ever deeper into the earth like a child sawing a schooldesk with a ruler. I wondered where all these people were heading, why they were travelling so fast, and how Deathhorse kept his ponytail so slick. I was perspiring slightly despite the cold. Deathhorse broke the silence.

‘Sorry, but I’m in a bit of a rush.’

His embarrassment seemed sincere. Suddenly the Eternity Bar seemed equally out of place. I looked at it. The green and silver wrapper glinted in the rays of some far off sun. I handed it over to Deathhorse to the chime of an unmechanical ‘thanks’. He turned back to the check out and paid, picking up a lemonade before fumbling for his card. I picked up some regular toothpaste, failing to catch the cashier’s eye as I too smiled, toothlessly. By the time I reached the automatic doors, Deathhorse had gone.

I returned to my car.