The Boglands
You’ve walked this way hundreds of times, but tonight seems different. You keep your pace brisk and straight.
Two shadows, a woman and her child. She reaches down, ruffling the boy’s hair. That’s when the boy skips off the road, slipping from the woman’s hold. He sinks into the marshland, cries out and is submerged completely.
You rush forward and grasp the child.
It is not a child. Eyes roll back into the skull then flick forwards. Slight hands clamp tight.
“We’re sorry,” the woman murmurs.
One final gulp of air and all three of you sink into the Boglands.
From Guest Contributors Katie Clark and David Rae
David lives is a fan of flash fiction and has had work published in; BLINK-INK, HELIOS QUARTERLY, GNU MAGAZINE, THE MACHINERY, THREE DROPS FROM THE CAULDRON, SUMMER FLING -TALES OF SEDUCTION, SHORT TALE 100 and 50 WORD STORIES.
Katie is new at this game but thinks she might like it. She’s the brains behind the operation
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