Knee Deep in Little Devils
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Thank you for purchasing a print copy of Knee Deep in Little Devils. As our way to thank you, we're giving you ending #2 to "A Storybook Halloween," one of the stories that appears in the anthology.
We hope you enjoy this extra bit of fun.
We hope you enjoy this extra bit of fun.
I leaped through the door only to be tripped by Lucy’s extended leg. I tumbled into the entry and lay sprawled on the floor as the wolf jumped into the open doorway but I still managed to pull the knife from my boot sheath.
“Now, Daddy, now!” Lucy slammed the door and faced me. Her eyes held the same red, feral fierceness as the wolf’s.
As the wolf leaped at me, I flicked the sharp silver blade across the space, catching the attacking beast in the throat. I jumped on the writhing monster to drive the blade all the way through its gullet and pinned it to the floor. Lucy attacked me with a ferocity and strength belied by her size, but I was able to dispatch her with quick backhand punch.
They both lay on the floor watching me, waiting for my next move. I took the ball cap from my head and shook loose my long auburn hair. Adjusting the elastic bandage around my chest, I said, “I can’t wait to get the binding off. Doing this really hurts my boobs.”
The wolf growled.
Lucy whined, “But your name is Dimitri...”
I stepped to the umbrella stand next to the coat tree. My Grandmothers cap and dressing gown hung there, as always--to remind me. As if I really needed reminding. “Last name is Dimitri, first name is Shervona, but people usually call me ‘Red.’”
From the umbrella stand, I pulled out the ax stained by the blood from kills centuries past. I stepped towards the two on the floor. The oak floor boards creaked.
“Eenie, meenie, miney, mo . . .”
“Now, Daddy, now!” Lucy slammed the door and faced me. Her eyes held the same red, feral fierceness as the wolf’s.
As the wolf leaped at me, I flicked the sharp silver blade across the space, catching the attacking beast in the throat. I jumped on the writhing monster to drive the blade all the way through its gullet and pinned it to the floor. Lucy attacked me with a ferocity and strength belied by her size, but I was able to dispatch her with quick backhand punch.
They both lay on the floor watching me, waiting for my next move. I took the ball cap from my head and shook loose my long auburn hair. Adjusting the elastic bandage around my chest, I said, “I can’t wait to get the binding off. Doing this really hurts my boobs.”
The wolf growled.
Lucy whined, “But your name is Dimitri...”
I stepped to the umbrella stand next to the coat tree. My Grandmothers cap and dressing gown hung there, as always--to remind me. As if I really needed reminding. “Last name is Dimitri, first name is Shervona, but people usually call me ‘Red.’”
From the umbrella stand, I pulled out the ax stained by the blood from kills centuries past. I stepped towards the two on the floor. The oak floor boards creaked.
“Eenie, meenie, miney, mo . . .”