101 Stories Day 70: The Wild Hag of the Woods

The lid to the forest is a green door the one you go through when you step onto the path the one you hear slam behind you when the dark enters into your bones the stars are very quiet there and hotter than anything you've felt before when you lie down little animals come to give you a new name you won't remember it later but it will change how you walk to your car in the morning with your jangly keys in your hand trying not to be late.