Katy Pike

Holes and Halos

It collected up some debris and then arranged it on the floor in the pathway towards the nest entrance. This meeting ground had been long established amongst the attendees. It was through the entrance tunnel leading to the nest, that had allowed them to shed their outer skin, hang up them up on neatly placed hooks along the walls, to press upon themselves the masks of their forebears (as well as entirely stolen identities) and proceed with their discussions as their true selves. Today had been sunny, it had baked the earth and inhabiting their masks would be very joyful, for it would be cooling to remove their skin suits. The masks laid on the floor, filled with water, ready to become costumes. The water rippled as the skin heavy attendees arrived.