Stalky's Nightmare 3: Lack of Support


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

The first leap was difficult. It was hard on her legs, for one thing, but she saulted backwards with all her skill. The first problem was the landing. Her legs were all right, but the prop head teetered backward sharply and cut a groove into her shoulders, below her neck, and she started to lose her balance.

She took a stutter step to save the move, but immediately had to spring slantwise towards the house; she could feel, more than see, Spence's eyes on her as she landed too hard on her ankle and felt it crunch a bit. Worse, her mouse-head kiltered forward, even before she had recovered from the backwards jolt, and it struck her chest with a wet, pounding noise.

The double laceration was not good. She shoved with her left hand, shivering her thumb clean away, where she clumsily stepped on it. Unsupported, the head began to topple towards the audience, despite all she could do with her forearm; entirely out of balance, she could do nothing but fall.

And fall.

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