The Skeleton

The skeleton lurks at the top of the mountain. A thrawn, midnight creature whose charcoal ribs burst from the Sleir's peak. Through whispered clouds you can see its spindle bones skulking down the mountain's sides, scoring wounds in its flank. No flesh has ever covered these bones, no blood ever flowed through its veins. It waits, hungry. You grew up in the flats, your childhood was spent in its …