|More midnight scribbling!|
A Myth Part 2He leaned over the panels and pressed his hand to the glass, still smiling. I did the same.A Myth Part 2 by Little-Angel-Kitty
He moved back and spoke, although all I saw was his mouth moving. I did not communicated like they did, and never could. This is why there were panels for my speech. I opened one of these, the one closest to him. "I cannot hear you, friend. You must press the panel as you did before."
He nodded in understanding and went to the panel from which I spoke, pressing the button. "Hello. I am grateful for you leading me here."
"I am grateful...for the contact." I could not keep the sadness from coloring my voice. It had been so long.
"I am sorry too.. We have misused you."
"You have!" Now there was anger. Why did he remind me of them! I wanted nothing to do with them. I hovered away from him and lost my form. Energy flowed from
Pencil on A4 copier paper. The sheet had some print on the reverse, which caused most of the dark blotches in the background.
I love monsters. This one started quite a while ago as a time-waster on the quiet hours of a fair I helped at for my mom, and I’ve now had time to finish the monstrosity.