Another prompt courtesy of Madison Woods. Follow the link to see the picture. Also make sure you participate. It’s a great writing workout.
Something snapped under Owl’s foot.
Chewed, gnawed, cracked open, sucked out, crushed and bleached bones formed a thick blanket between the edge of the forest and the growing foothills.
“Where are we now?” he asked.
“Must’ve taken a wrong turn,” Raccoon said, looking around.
Owl grimaced and Raccoon shrugged.
The sun inched lower, half hidden behind the pine trees. They walked toward it, stepping on skulls and shins, crooked fingers hooking at their shoelaces. A thin dust kicked up, settled down in their mouths and eyes.
They reached the forest. Behind them, an ogre stood up and stretched himself awake.