THE SOUL EATER
“I’m terribly sorry, but I haven’t touched it. I know that the cleaning crews around here have been known to take things, perhaps they did. If I were you, I would leave town as soon as possible because I overheard the Sheriff talking with the owner of the general store. A weird sort, that little man gives me the creeps and reminds me of a hobbit, I might add.”
A chuckle from deep down in my belly startles me because I hadn’t laughed, I mean really laughed in quite a while. This whole not having a soul thing really puts a damper on even caring anymore. So, when I laugh unintentionally, it surprises me a bit. I guess the mental image of the creepy little hairy man in the general store, s