Face Forward Boy

Face Forward Boy

“If centaurs wore pants would they say, ‘I put on my pants two legs at a time like everybody else.’” A smile crept across William’s face and he tried to keep his giggles low.

Rolf sat hunched and unspeaking. He stared out over the fell to the moor below. The cave behind him cooing softly as the breeze blew past. A rough hand covered William’s mouth and the other pointed a knife at something below.

Reeds on the moor shifted and not with the wind. They split apart as a shadow slipped forward before darting behind a rock.

William gasped. A coughing fit followed as he began to choke. Rolf dove atop the boy, slamming him to the ground. He covered William with his form trying to smother the noise. When the cough subsided Rolf got up into a crouch and crept to the cave entrance.

The moor and the fell were empty. The shadow spotted earlier gone. Rolf grimaced, then turned to see William. Who still hadn’t moved.

The boy lay sprawled on the floor of the cave, blood running from his ear and beginning to pool of the rock. 

Rolf started forward but froze. 


Today’s art courtesy of Torben Eriksen from Hammerfest, Norway.

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