The exhausted hero stumbled into the village square, dragging a monstrous, gruesome trophy behind him.

Onlookers gasped as he pulled the creature’s head from the stained sack. Its green eyes glimmered in the sunlight as he tossed it aloft.

It hit the ground with a wet thud.

The proletariat cheered.

Daniels is a writer of horror and weird fiction. His short stories have been featured in Corner Bar Magazine, Helix Magazine, and various anthologies. He lives in New England with his wife, kids, and a couple of devious cats. Find out more at bldaniels.wordpress.com