Chapter 16: The Unfilmed Beginning

By Allen Frost

Wind brushed across the field in a
ripple effect pouring up to the road.
Next to the worn-out gray tar
stands a fence post with a silver
dented mailbox. The red flag is up.
A car engine can be heard approaching,
wheels stop next to it and the driver
reaches out to grab the mailbox door.
The door snaps open and a sudden huge
green hand springs, reaching out of
the dark:

FRANKENSTEIN’S HAND