In The Memory Of A Thought To Be
Oct 28th, 2022 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Vernon took his knife and silently pulled it from the tree bark. With a shriek, the first crow flew from the hollow, resting on the ragged grass. Its feathers ruffled, and its face pinched.
Vernon’s skull pushed itself upward, bursting through his skin, and making a nest in the now-vacant cavity. Vernon’s eyes fell upon the recess within, creating a rotted root system.
He could not believe in any of those things.
Vines sunk from branches covering the ground, winding around tree trunks and breaking them apart. The crow’s mouth yawned open, tearing at Vernon’s thoughts with claws and teeth.
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