Prompt (however gruesome it may seem) courtesy of Madison Woods. Follow the link to see the picture and to read what everyone else came up with.
Owl stopped and pulled Raccoon off the deer trail and behind a thick maple tree.
“What’s going on?” Raccoon said.
But Owl’s eyes told him to be quiet. They sat against the trunk of the tree. All they heard was their shallow breath, their hearts beating, the occasional rustle of leaves high overhead or the quick four wing beat of a bird taking flight.
“Witch,” Owl whispered.
“Didn’t you see?”
Raccoon shook his head. They crawled out from behind the tree. Owl pointed at the phlegm-like, fly-covered, ruptured, oozing cyst hanging from the snapped stalk.
“Witch,” he said.