Jan 28
2 min read
The Willow Man
Flash fiction
The briars prick her skin. Thickly packed pines shield the sun. Blood drips down her arm like raindrops dripping from a leaf. It leaves a trail. Blood and brush stain her clothes.
She’s lost among the pines ’til a willow tree disturbs the pattern planted by the one she’s searching for. It’s a sign that he was here, the Willow Man.
