Devil’s Kiss
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Killing him should be easy; he’s only six.
Then why the bilious, twisting feeling deep in her guts? Why the cold, clammy dampness down her back?
He’s only six.
Billi waded through the tall, spiny grass towards the back of the park. The autumnal night wind whispered to her, down here in The Pit.
What a name for a playground.
But no one played here, hadn’t for years. The low fence around it had long since fallen, leaving rotten planks jutting out of the earth like crooked black teeth. The animal rockers watched her with blank, hollow eyes and their old springs creaked as they nodded their heads in greeting.
The boy sat on the swing, the middle one of three.
Only six.
Billi approached with a Maglite in her hand, its beam aided by the full moon and the red lights on the Crystal Palace radio aerial. It loomed over her like a giant black spike stabbing the sky.
The rusty chains groaned as he swayed back and forth, watching her.