tracteurrouge

 I could only see a small strand of light, but its sheer brilliance dilated my eyes and when it shone with even brighter contrast, it hurt too much even open my eyes, let alone the fact that it was hard to even open them period. The clink of a bowl sat on the frigid stone, a frame in the door moved slightly and then the light was gone. I raced to the top of the steps to get what was in the food bowl before anyone else, but someone had already beaten me. I could barley make out his face but it was boney, like his skin was so tight that it looked like the skin couldn’t fit on the hulky bone fixture of his face, but it still looked fragile,