May's Two-Sentence Horror Story

Two-Sentence Horror: I found a handwoven scarf in the attic—delicate, soft, and still warm. It smells like my grandmother, but she’s been dead for twelve years, and she never learned to knit.

Your Turn: Tell me a story about something handmade… but not by human hands. A quilt, a carving, a lullaby whispered through an old cassette.

Submit to katelynn@fullmoonfiction.com with the subject “NOT BY HUMAN HANDS.”