by Maura McHugh
The house tilted. A thighbone rolled off my kitchen table and clattered onto the floorboards. I cocked my head and waited for a warning. Silence. It was still sulking.
I whacked its bony walls with my hawthorn stick. “Out with it!” I said.
“A man approaches, you withered old crone!” The floor trembled with irritation.
“A fine house you are! Allowing a stranger to sneak up on me.”
About the Author
Maura McHugh is a prose and comic book writer living in Ireland. Her short stories have appeared in magazines and anthologies in the USA and Europe, and she’s had two collections published in the USA:Twisted Fairy Tales and Twisted Myths.