Glitter

The moonlight swept down in a blue-silver flood, glinting off bone.  The glitter wasn't so strange, in and of itself.

The fact that the bone was gripping his throat in a stranglehold, though . . .that could be deemed strange.

"So there is a curse . . .that's int'resting."

"You know nothing of hell."

Bony fingers released their grip, the arm jerking back through the bars and into the illusion of life.

They were wrong.

He knew hell, had lived it these past ten years.

Funny old world, wasn't it, where a curse might provide the way back to paradise?