You try to see no Evil… by Abz-J-Harding on DeviantArt.com
Emma gripped her cardboard sign. Her stomach groaned. She needed a new begging spot.
She found the perfect place—a concrete median at a busy stoplight. A cross and wreath rested there; Emma kicked them into the road and took their place.
Cars passed, all day, while she begged—alone, sixteen, and pregnant.
The sun sank. A shadow stretched across the asphalt. Emma gasped. The earth surged and split. Hot air rose from the chasm. Emma screamed. Terrible hands dragged her into the pit.
The ground closed. The Caretaker returned, with a cross and wreath to mark her grave.
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