Harrowberry Brack

Under a blueberry moon, we cowered in the bushes. A great snarling howl erupted, and from across the field someone foolish emerged from their hiding place to run. Harrowberry Brack was upon them with an astonishing leap, swiping with his terrible claws. Then he sprinted away with another howl, eager to express more savagery and horror in the night.

© 2020 Kelly Ishikawa