What can YOU say in six sentences?
It hung on his bedroom wall, had done so for the past year – devils dancing. Tonight was different, tonight they lived.
He screamed as they brayed, their thin fingers plucked at his hair, pinched his face, their cackles ever more shrill rose to drown out his cries, as he lay abed broken.
Twine, fine as a silken hair bound his hands, his ankles and iron the mask they fitted over his head, showing only his eyes filled with terror.
On the wall the picture hung lop-sided; it’s surface a blank space waiting to be filled.
He prayed, but they played on and he…waited for morning.