Unseen vengeance

I’d been sweeping the top floor of the mill and I saw what happened the day they ran Handsy Hands out of town. The day Floridias’ daughter ran screaming with blood on her legs to her father, There was no councill meeting, no wise women, they turned as one and simply drove him out, down, down onto green swathe by the river.

We’d all been told never to go there, that hidden by the grass, the swamp would swallow us whole.

But I saw the gray grabbing fingers, the blank eyes and the fangs as the mouths opened to bite