Little B in the Dark of Days
Little B watches her Mommy as she sluggishly removes a wrinkled, gray elephant from her chart. The claw-scraped spaces line the dirt of their burrow. They are nearly empty, absent the magazine pictures, stuffed animals, or small figurines they had found to represent each animal. All that remain are a stuffed koala bear, a plastic monkey and Uncle Bibb’s old tail representing the rabbits. Nearly all animals have slipped into the nightmare-filled existence of black magic. Now they stalk around nefariously like dark shadows, dead inside but ready to extinguish anything with a pulse.
