Judith's Shadow

The girl from the mire: part 2

Were we ever alive? Were we ever here? Were we ever?

Judith exists in a graveyard. Her tombstone is so old that it looks like a smooth glacial stone. Protrudes into her dusty, dormant grass world. Inhabitants are terrified of their interpretation of her, since they can only witness Judith's shadow. To such corporeal, it seems like nothing casts a dark reflection upon the corpse grey rocks and the twisty dead border trees. She grins into every nervous wretch with each encounter.

But something lures. At the bottom of a dirty old lake there's a house where a back door to another world sparks a glitter in her curiosity. Adventure awaits the graveyard girl if she decides that it's time to leave the purgatory of her home.

Judith's been numb for so long that she's forgotten what it's like to feel. No knowledge of society and its etiquette. Naked before the spectre of such ideological apparatus. Maybe it's truly time to be departed. Her red head axe awaits through the vertical rabbit hole. So does the bone saw horror of who she might've been.

"The living night is dissipated in the brightness of death." Michel Foucault

Warning: graphic violence and graphic sex. 18+

Second place in the 2022 Lotus awards Adventure genre.

Fist place in the 2022 Lotus awards Science Fiction genre.

First place in the 2022 Witchwood awards writing style category.