By William Shaw
Killing the unicorn was easy.
It was just a matter of getting its attention, provoking, ducking behind a tree as it charged.
The trunk shuddered on impact: a cloud of splinters thrown into the air. A mass of screeching birds took flight above, their cries mixing with the shower of leaves.
Circling the tree, I saw the unicorn, snarling, struggling, horn buried in the trunk.
I cut its throat.
The corpse exploded, shining entrails flying across the clearing.
Its body combusted into vegetation, shrubbery sprouting where muscle had been, hair and bone dissolving into clusters of flowers.
The silver blood, cascading.
A snarling unicorn?
Weird and wonderfully graphic. Time-elapse flash. Can’t help but wonder what happens if you kill Bigfoot or a leprechaun.
I love it!
Very graphic, sharp imagery, unrelenting pacing. The last sentence really stands out!
Great story.