Tree and stone, deer and fox, man and other, long forgotten creatures – the swamp had swallowed them all. And never before had it been forced to give back what it had captured.

Up till now.

The black surface was whipped by a rope, stirring up the prey. There was shouting and pleading and a deep rumble, countless invisible tentacles unable to hold what should've been theirs. With a giant squelch darkness had to let go of this one.

"Thought…" A whisper.

"Shhh, easy now." Husky.

"Thought I'd…" coughing "…kick the bucket."

"Not today jackass."

A shaky smile.

"C'mon – baby's waiting."


The End :-)