Last Step from First Words

Timmy: and the ground became dinosaurs when he learned to talk and on their strange lizard backs did he trod, barefoot before the feeling left. They had taught him words and so the sticks became the teeth of great beasts, tongues larger than himself sticking out of the hedgerow. The bees and bugs were working for the dinosaurs, of course, and the terrible lizards would buzz and shake and dance as if they were bugs and the definition of master and servant would fade out of focus as the ground buzzed and shook and danced under our feet.

The hole that swallowed Timmy was wet, like a mouth, and endless, like the appetite of the toothed horrors all around us now.

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