[23] Sewn Shut

“His eyes are sewn shut,” Marc whispered. “Don’t move. He’ll hear you.”

The three boys quieted as the monster crept through the woods. Tree branches snapped. Leaves rustled.


“Raaa!” The monster jumped out and tried to devour the others.

“Get back to base!” Marc exclaimed, inhaling sweet summer air.

Published by Justin Deming

I live and teach in the Hudson Valley region of New York. My fiction has appeared in Emerge Literary Journal, Flash Fiction Magazine, Free Flash Fiction, Spelk, The Daily Drunk Magazine, and elsewhere.

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