NEW DARK FICTION: The Lady of Skins.

 

The Lady of Skins: 

He stood deep within the pulsing forest, the bones of the dead suspended from the branches of trees, rattled in the faint breeze. He hummed to himself as he waited, ignoring the scratch of sharp fingers along his back. He was here for the reason that everyone comes to this place, to meet with the Lady of Skins, and he would not be distracted.