Twisted-Sight

INTO THE CLEARING. "If you came down to the woods today, You'd be in for a big surprise..." I picked the heavy bag up from the floor outside door six before I carry it up the concrete stairs and into the hall. I pass the steel reinforced door that leads into the security room, knowing that Jon was watching me if he paused long enough from one of his various online poker games. The door shuts behind me as I blink away the sharp pain of the bright light in the driveway. I few cars of my various employees take up some of the gravelled space; clients don't come here. I take the small well walked path that leads into the depths of the forest t

Chapter One. Broken Nest.  Wren. The bells rung once, then twice throughout the small village, followed by the slow, solemn beat of a drum. People gradually gathered, not wearing black, the traditional funeral colour, but an assorted array of bright colours – a request from the deceased that they'd all been happy to comply with. The old brass bell rung once more in its tower and the drum beats faded into the morning mist as the last few people walked inside the graveyard, down the gravel path and stood in an almost rehearsed semicircle around the alter and freshly dug grave. The body of the young woman dressed in a white dress lay on