Entry #178

Possession
by Freddie Peets


The merciless morning gust whipped my body as I lurched around for a new victim. The last one had been appealing; young and oddly nimble. As I’d watched, her elegance drew me in, strengthening my desire. But as night closed in around us, and I became comfortable, certain I could get her into my grasp, she evaded me, disappearing into the shadows.

But, learning from my mistakes, I set out again, in the hope I could pursue my target, and find her again. As I dove from one dark place to the next, my eyes keen for her presence; my mind turned and struggled with my thoughts. It had got to the point of obsession; no-one else would do, it had to be her. I could see this, but this made her ever more appetising - the things I would do to her...

She appeared. Suddenly, as if out of some ethereal mass, her shape - her beautiful shape – was there. I couldn’t believe it. I‘d found her. And she hadn’t seen me yet... Now was the time to go. I needed to chase her, and seize her now, before she escaped my clutches again. There she was, softly prancing along in the January frost, and she was... mine. I waited a second, breathed deeply, and struck. I swooped down, extending my wings and grabbed her in my mouth.

I’ve never heard one squeak so loud before.