Thinking about

Myrtle often fantasizes about her demise. It was a particularly special thing, and she does not want to forget it. She lies on her back, drifting idly across the Black Lake in the peaceful night, conjuring the images of that memorable day in her mind.

Myrtle was crying in the bathroom, wailing to no-one about the bullying she had been getting for her glasses. Her eyes were bloodshot and the front of her robes were damp from her tears. She sobbed into a wad of toilet paper and muffled her cries with it. Abruptly, she heard the latch of the door click and she silenced herself, embarrassed that another girl might have heard her weeping.

She waited for the girl to do her business and move on, but she was surprised to hear a boy’s voice, saying something inaudible. Suddenly fuming, Myrtle stood up and practically kicked the door open to tell off the boy. He wasn’t supposed to be in here, he should be embarrassed, not her for her crying!

She raised a finger and opened her mouth to reprimand him, but something stopped her.

A large dark shape loomed behind the boy, inhuman and powerful, it’s scales shimmering in the dim light - a giant snake!