It said it was a visitor, said it wouldn't be staying for too long - couldn't stay for too long - and we believed it. We just let it into our lives, our homes, like it had always been there and after a while we realised that it never planned to leave.
By then it had already ingrained itself into the every fabric of our town so that even our clothing was held together by thread interwoven with strands of its hair "For luck," it said, "Just to keep you close to me so that when I leave, a little part of me will always be with you."
We were fools to believe it was even capable of such things as compassion or empty but it was a damned good mimic. It had us all utterly enamoured with the way it stumbled about the place, causing pure chaos in its wake while it stuttered apologies until we believed it.
Nobody questioned why it suddenly wanted to spend time with our children or why it asked us to help it build nests all over the forest. We just thought it lived like birds but shared our maternal tenderness.
We still haven't found all of their bodies, we reckon it's taken some of them with it either as as entertainment or a snack or worse. It might not even have left us yet - every letter we've sent out has been found pinned to the town noticeboard with a child's finger nailed beside it.
By then it had already ingrained itself into the every fabric of our town so that even our clothing was held together by thread interwoven with strands of its hair "For luck," it said, "Just to keep you close to me so that when I leave, a little part of me will always be with you."
We were fools to believe it was even capable of such things as compassion or empty but it was a damned good mimic. It had us all utterly enamoured with the way it stumbled about the place, causing pure chaos in its wake while it stuttered apologies until we believed it.
Nobody questioned why it suddenly wanted to spend time with our children or why it asked us to help it build nests all over the forest. We just thought it lived like birds but shared our maternal tenderness.
We still haven't found all of their bodies, we reckon it's taken some of them with it either as as entertainment or a snack or worse. It might not even have left us yet - every letter we've sent out has been found pinned to the town noticeboard with a child's finger nailed beside it.
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