Razor Wind Kisses

They were out there, you could hear them, and you could here their flesh as it shredded from their skin from the razor sharp gusts of wind. The children tried hiding in the trees, but a burst from the east chopped one of the limbs, and the boys weight snapped the rest of it, sending them all back to the ground, lacerated, with nowhere else to go.

We tried to direct them to the toolshed, but it was padlocked, and the key was inside the house with us. If they tried running our direction, they would never have made it.

All we could do was turn off the lights, and listen to the screams.