It’s Friday Fictioneers time again! Rochelle has a photo for us that looks like a very normal scene at first glance. At second or third look, though, I started to wonder…
Emily drifted through the fair – so great not to have to trail after her folks like a baby. Where had Samantha gone? Oh well, they’d catch up with each other. She wandered toward a patch of light. What an odd mix – flying toys and sunglasses. And why were so many people buying sunglasses now, in the dark? She pushed forward. Maybe she’d buy her kid brother a toy.
Bats, all the toys were bats. Creepy. “What can I do for you?” said the boy behind the counter. His voice, like silk. Forget it, she meant to say. He gave her a toothy grin.
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I’d love to know what you think of this story!