Mother’s Milk
The piles of odds and ends had been scattered arbitrarily along the rows of tables at the Antique mall. Stephen makes is way down the rows hoping to find something that he could buy for his mom’s birthday. Stephen was never thrilled of his mother’s birthday, as it always fell at the end of the school year and distracted her from every really letting him enjoy the end of school. As the junk spans on for miles in this cramped warehouse of a store, a sudden tingle on the back of Stephen’s neck had him spin around. Along the back wall near the furthest corner set a bunch of what looks to be some old-time items from northlands or something. As Stephen moved close to the table it was the wooden looking mask that captured …