Green Grow The Rashes And Other Stories

by William Meikle

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  They had once been human, that much was obvious. What was equally obvious was that they had not been so for some time. The skin was pale, almost translucent, their eyes large, like saucers in heads too small to hold them. They scrambled, on all fours, amid a pile of slurry that seemed thicker in places.

  I gagged when I saw the first rib cage, the first thighbone.

  They started to crawl towards me, piteously mewling like hungry kittens. Stars danced in their eyes.

  I fled.