Molly McGee was glad she was finally old enough to go to the old dock every day, exactly at noon, to feed the great old one that lived in the dark murky waters of the loch. No more giving the slop to the shoggoths. That job was now her younger brother's. Yessiree, she was growing up. Maybe next year her parents would let her join the cult. She knew she would still be too young, but a girl could dream.
Done for the Doodle Swap Project #7 - Theme: Dreams/Nightmares
3.5 in x 2.5 in
Pen on Bristol.