Barefoot in the Dark

“She’s an adult,” snapped Miss Martha, slopping a dripping ladle of salty slime into Eleanor’s bowl. “She can do as she pleases, and never you mind.”

But Eleanor did mind, and when the daylight retreated upon the night’s return, and Clara still hadn’t been found, a queer kind of dread began to unfurl in the pit of her stomach.

Read the prologue @ ao3 or on my wordpress.

Sandy Bruty for Strangetown Gothic.

It just hit me what I’m going to do with her, and I am excited as hell to finish up Brandi’s introduction so I can get to hers.