005/365 08/26/2025

As evening fell and the streetlights pooled against the dark on Walleford Avenue, winter’s first snow began, and feathery white flakes drifted from the darkening sky. Beatrice Smalls walked quickly from light pool to light pool, unaware of the seven curses about to befall her. Unaware, too, that Grumplesnatch, Teeeth Demon of Beckoncall, would soon introduce himself and bring forth those seven curses.

“Hello.” A smooth voice came out of the dark.