Penny’s dreadful digging expedition started here in the swamp, alligators abounding, bounding to the sound of their mistress hollering across the dark and clammy water. Strange silhouettes close in, a gruesome grove, roots and branches all bare alike and smoothly snagging. What shadows slink in the slimy water? There are things here worth fearing more than fear itself, toothy, sharp and insidious, working their way into the stagnant pools of our unawareness. Beware bewitched river sidings, where one may lose more than a sense of direction, and be plagued by fiercer biting things than gnats, grinding our will to live down into sticky, stubborn sluggishness.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016
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