The deadly glare of the idol I thought was a metaphor, some superstition meant to symbolize the power of the tribe’s deity; I was wrong. I can feel that demon’s eye staring at me now. I will not live to old age, I’m sure. Doctor’s will probably call it a heart attack when it happens, something natural, but there was nothing natural about what I saw when I looked into that statue’s eye. Nothing natural about it at all. So I am cursed by the god hidden in the jungle, by the god hiding in the darkness of the jungle.
Drabble: Deadly Eye
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