Thisway Comes

Wyndham, as a child, can't sleep. He knows that there is something outside of his window, beyond the curtains and the window pane.

There is something in the school field, something glowing orange, out of focus due to the frosted glass, at about the same height as his first flood window. It's stilted bobbing follows the curved path leading across the field towards the school gate. Wyndham is relieved, as it means that it is moving away from his window, but what if, when passing the gate...

Wyndham imagines the approaching thing, a carved golden grinning pumpkin, candle lit glowing eyes melting, hopping, on a crooked, wooden stick, as it turns, towards his

window.

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Something Searching
Early evening snow and light
Wormdream

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