When they first began to appear we thought they were ordinary animal dens. But soon people noticed there were knots of them in all the affected towns, and that’s when we began to suspect.
Our town had not yet been touched by the horror. That poor child saw one of those holes, and reached his hand into it. He struggled, but stood no chance. I heard his screams. A few seconds later they spat him out in pieces, all but his heart, just like the others. The vultures circled, but didn’t swoop. They knew the danger.
©Jane Paterson Basil