My parents warned me to stay away from the woods. There was an ogre in the woods, huge, old, and hairy, and he liked to eat children.
I was climbing on a tree branch and noticed a strange old man watching me through the fence. I screamed and tried to jump down but the branch broke, catching my skirt, leaving me twirling upside down, like a fly caught in a web. I fell to the ground and ran for my life.
the shape beneath
her bed cover
© Martha Magenta
Haibun Today – Journal of Haibun and Tanka Prose, December 2, 2017