Somnambulant Parade (short story)
Ravens sang as the dark night sky transformed into a grey overcast dawn. A cold humid air permeated the old village where Kathy lived. Just as the houses, most people in the forest village were old and quiet. In fact, she was the only young girl that lived there. Amidst the raven’s songs the mossy forest became lit in a blueish green light reflected off the vegetation. That morning, Kathy naturally went into the kitchen of her small house to have breakfast where there was a wood burning oven. However, there was something unusual that day. Under normal circumstances her grandma would always be knitting while drinking her morning coffee (grandma didn’t sleep much). But she wasn’t there, nor was there any coffee indicating her morning routine. Kathy became worried a ran to grandma’s room, but she was no where to be found. “She must be feeding the chickens” Kathy thought as she was running out of ideas. But outside she found unfed chickens, and an even more pa...