Wrapped inside a chrysalis of excrement beneath the dry earth she slept away black centuries in a semi-gelatinous state. Gradually an exquisite shape formed inside the foul pupa, regaining consciousness only as vital organs shifted sluggishly, painfully into place.

Soon it would be time to emerge, and she was ravenous.

Sarah has been in love with short stories all her life, but most of her writing energy is focused on her blog.