Wednesday 30 May 2012

Yet to be named pt7


He regretted staying on horseback for so long. Even though it was just a few meters off the ground, he was scared of falling to his demise. He got a grip of himself and stopped looking down. Instead, he advanced slowly, clutching tightly to anything he could find on the wall.
The distance was a mere few steps, but once he reached the relative safety of the roof, he was shuddering and breathing heavily. He cursed his laughable agility, then explored the area for a suitable descent.
He found one – a neighbouring house on the other side of the roof had a balcony halfway to the ground. It was a few meters away, though. He sighed and backed off the to the top part of the roof. He bumped into something.
He was not supposed to bump into anything.
He turned around. Before him, a creature clad in thick, brown cloth frayed at the lower ends hovered a few inches off the ground. Skeletal arms hung loose by the body’s sides. The face...
He’s seen a similar one before. It was just a skull, stuck with the endless grin of death, like the ones on the road. But the eyes weren’t just empty sockets. Small tongues of flame danced within them.
For a moment, they remained still, him standing on the uneven roof, it hovering next to him.

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