SIX SHORT STORIES

Pacman The big red mouth was incessantly opening and closing with a steady rhythm, regardless if there was something before it or not. Its profile was jagged, creating an incogruous right angle which broke the perfect circle of the rest of the shape. In every opening, in every movement, the same exact sound repetaed itself, but, as time passed, it became all the more threatening, all the more nightmarish.