MicroHorror

The woodsman was nearing his home, but first he had a delivery to make. Driving down the dirt road, he looked into the woods, where there was so much life moving about, and he felt it, and it made him happy. When a flock of blackbirds flew over, he looked into the sky, where there was so much life, and he could feel it, and it made him happier. He even looked at the dirt of the road, and knew that below the surface dwelled life, and he could feel it, and he was even happier. He didn’t look into the bed of his pickup, where the human bodies were not alive, but he could feel them, sucking from his happiness.

He finally came to the place of his delivery and stopped his pickup on the road. He took the bodies, one by one, into the woods and laid them in a clearing. He knew the wolves were stalking him, because he could feel them, and they made him afraid. He left his offering in a pile. He returned to his truck. Now the wolves had bodies to feed on and would leave the life in his forest alone, and when he went to sleep tonight he would have good dreams, because he’d feel the living thanking him.