Spell… H-A-L-L-O-W-E-E-N 2024 – Day 19
A dark humor piece of micro-fiction that plays with familiar tropes of the horror genre.
His Father’s Eyes
Victoria held the infant in her arms and smiled. He had his father’s blue eyes, his mother’s ears, part of his grandfather’s strong legs, and now his grandmother’s heart. The only thing missing was a spark of life that only Nature or Madness could provide.
It was a good thing her last name was Frankenstein.
