Pandemoniac Pages

Friday, December 25, 2015

FACELESS GHOST


FACELESS GHOST
"The moonlight shone on his face, and that face was just a slab of smooth yellowish flesh extending from ear to ear, empty as the oval of an egg without eyes or nose or mouth. From the upper edge of the shawl where it crossed the forehead there depended a few wisps of grey hair."
E.F. Benson, The Step


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