“Don’t be too late, okay?”
“Sure, Honey.” There was a smack of a kiss.
And then they were outside, the air crisp and cool – the way a Halloween night should feel. Charlie sniffed. He could smell smoke and bonfires. He grinned.
“And have fun!” said his mother – the last words he’d ever hear from her.
“Will do!” his daddy called back, as he opened the gate.
The pair slipped out onto the street; father and son. In every direction, Charlie could see colourful lights, draped decorations and candlelit pumpkins carved into faces.
“Now this,” said his daddy, “is Halloween!”
This is part three of a larger story for Halloween. All sections are in the form of a 99-word story. Check back tomorrow for part four!
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Things are starting to get tense over here.
I do love some good ol’ foreshadowing!