Another Snippet.

Last semester I turned in a short story for a final grade. It was an expansion of the twins bit from a few posts back. Here's a bit of it.

They made no move to help him, only peered out at him from behind their dirty glasses with faces as smooth and emotionless as the goose beside them. Ghost noticed that one of them had on a sock that didn’t match the other three. Dizzy from the hot sun, and panicked from the sight of blood, he threw his head back with a howl. The goose, startled, rose from its nest like a soft fluttering moth. It hovered, just at eye-level beside Ghost, the weighted sandbags of its wings kissing tips and then spreading wide once more, close enough to brush Ghost’s cheeks. A sign from the Almighty, he thought.