The Eclipse
The bulk of the time I sat there waiting for him to answer, a lurid smile came over his face, curling about his pale lips, revealing yellow teeth under a peppery head of braided hair under a cowboy hat.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head from time to time as he fiddled with his fingers, which were yellow and horn-like.
'A branch bobbed,' a woman in…
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