Little
By Irhan Ar’Rasyid
Third-winner of Student Short Horror Story Competition
Once upon a time, a Hunter was driving her beaten-up truck under the full moon of Montana. There was a sense of serenity despite the bleakness that morphed the pines to darken, but that in itself was gone when she saw a glimpse of red far before her, a dot snared within her sharp headlights. It crawled away from the ever-darkness of the woods, panicking closer into the clearing of the road—the view was humanoid enough for the Hunter to calm her pedaling, showing wailing limbs covered in red. The Hunter gasped then, switching pedals as if her life depended on it.
She cursed; torso pressed harshly upon the steering wheel. The dust of her sudden stop clustered from the back truck, crawling each window and windshield as the gale guided it down East, leaving almost nothing to perceive other than levitating debris haloed by the headlights. She breathed a bit deeper, shock rounding her skull with a lightness she didn’t realize she was grasping her steer.
