The Hunger

The HungerNow, with the sun almost gone, the sky looked wounded – as if a gigantic razor had been drawn across it, slicing deep. It bled richly. And the wind, which came down from High Mountain, cool as rain, sounded a little like children crying: a soft, unhappy kind of sound, rising and falling.Afraid, somehow, it seemed to Julia. Terribly afraid.She quickened her step. I'm an idiot. she thought, looking away from the sky. A complete idiot. That's why I'm frightened now; and if anything happen...