by Devon R. Widmer
Sophie thumbed the hem of her dress awkwardly. She barely knew her great aunt Muriel, yet the woman, now on her deathbed, had insisted on a private visit.
“Come, lovely Sophie. I’ve a present for you, one passed down from old to young.”
Muriel reached back to the base of her skull and pulled. Wrinkled skin peeled easily away from the bone.
Sophie opened her mouth to scream but aged fingers held her tongue, prying her jaws open.
The funeral was the following day. While others cried, Sophie hid her smile, fingers pressed to the base of her skull.
Author bio: Devon R. Widmer, a graduate student in chemistry, hopes everyone remains vigilant for demons in human costumes this Halloween.
Skin is part of 101 Fiction issue 13.