Friday Fictioneers again! It’s been an exhausting summer – I’ve missed writing these stories, and reading the stories by other Fictioneers.
“Out of marshmallows.” The kids protested. He couldn’t see faces around the campfire, but he knew the voices.
“We’ll get more tomorrow. Right now, let’s tell stories, then bed. I’ll start. One night, three kids were camping in the woods. It got dark, and their dad said ‘Time for bed!’ And they said ‘No!’ ‘No!’ ‘No!’ ‘No!’. Well, their dad could count right up to four. So he said -”
“Dad,” sighed Norah, “is this a ghost story? Because they’re dumb.”
“Yeah. Wanna go to bed now.”
“Me too. Because there’s no ghosts.”
Kids bedded down, he stared glumly into the flames. Got to stay awake till the fire’s out.
Thin – bony thin – fingers clutched his shoulder. A voice moaned, “It’s cold. So cold. Let me join you?”
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