Microfiction: Goopy

His eyes were slimy things, goop dripping down upon his chin from those misty globules. He stumbled around, unable to see past the sheen of pure mucus.

And then, in the haze of it, he could see something else. A shuddering core layered in with the chemical cocktail of its excretions.

It moved closer, making no sound. It reared up in his vision, filling it. Full of something that churned silently, bubbled, and burst in pockets with menace. Something unhinged from our reality.

And they never found him. His shirt lay shredded in the back of the barn. Remnants of his tears lay on the ground, salting the earth—but his body nowhere and no one to know of it.

Special thanks to: Melissa Potter

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