Stories by Doug Reade

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The Prey by Doug Reade

She stood in the low brush not ten feet away, lit by an errant shaft of sunlight, and looking at him through wide blue eyes. Ten years old, no more, with long blonde hair framing an impossibly pretty face before falling in soft curls to the middle of her chest. She embodied his dream better even than he knew, and even through his shock he could feel the hunger shrieking. She shivered for a second, then was again still.