Entry Eight

 I tried to ease away the surprise from my face,

"What was that beast?" I changed the subject; her forlorn eyes looked into mine,

"We don't have name for it," she explained, "It kill many members of our village," I nodded, she shuddered at the thought and then stroked a prominent bruise on her face.

"How often does it visit?" I asked trying to take her mind off it,

"I don't know," she shrugged, stood up and glanced out the door, "You must go now," she told me, I stood up,

"So soon?" I asked, she seemed so vulnerable,

"Papa come home soon," she added, my heart picked up,

"May I stay one night?" she thought about it,

"One night only," she warned. I nodded. 


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