Bleak Wood rattled around him; dark branches scraped the night like fingernails, clutching at him as he forced his way deeper. Milky light splashed the trees, seeping from the white sceptre grasped in his right hand – the only illumination in that cursed place.
Reality was a fragile thing for Jeremy. Truth too. Product of childhood trauma, therapy and hypnotism, alcohol and drugs.
Watching his young son playing with an imaginary friend had brought piercing epiphany. Truth like lightning. A debt remembered.
Jeremy crashed into a clearing, saw the unicorn bound in black chains at its centre.
“Now I save you.”
Author bio: John Xero loves a hero. But the hero’s journey is never easy; sad to say that’s part of the deal; it’s what makes their eventual triumph all the more glorious.
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Debt is part of 101 Fiction issue 18.
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