Some Kind of Sign
He hung up and quickly wrote in his little black book, then he walked back over to the pig’s head. “So why are you here?” he said staring into the lifeless black pupils. “I know why I’m here, I...” He stopped with his mouth still hanging open. “No,” he muttered under his breath. “You’ve got something haven’t you?” Terrence said excitedly. “What? what is it?” “I must be wrong, that would just be too creepy.” Sandbach ran to the nearest stack of books and grabbed the novel off the top. Then ran round collecting the rest.
Stephen Ashurst - Autumn Tales / Ruler’s Wit