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The Man Who Sold Ice-Cream
Gargoyle
A gargoyle had taken his place. It’s wingspan must have been twice Alice’s height. The gargoyle grabbed David’s arm and dragged him away from Alice. “It’s him, Alice! The ice-cream man!”
And now Alice could imagine the way the man had transformed: Scaled wings sprouting near his shoulder blades, his coarse skin rapidly turning a dusty gray, his eyes becoming hollow, and gray eyeballs popping into them, his teeth falling out and stone carved into teeth sinking into their place. . .
Alice watched the gargoyle. He was holding David by his shirt, and swiftly tossed him over his broad, gray shoulder.
David was lying, crooked.
Was he dead?
And now Alice could imagine the way the man had transformed: Scaled wings sprouting near his shoulder blades, his coarse skin rapidly turning a dusty gray, his eyes becoming hollow, and gray eyeballs popping into them, his teeth falling out and stone carved into teeth sinking into their place. . .
Alice watched the gargoyle. He was holding David by his shirt, and swiftly tossed him over his broad, gray shoulder.
David was lying, crooked.
Was he dead?