People were pushing and shoving; trying to get a better view. Charlie had lost sight of the man. Why had his face frightened him so? After all, everyone here was dressed as a monster.
Charlie was shoved from behind. His father’s hand tightened around his own. “Stay near me, Charlie – it’d be easy to get lost here!” he shouted over the racket.
As if on cue, a group of teenagers dressed as werewolves barrelled into the crowd, knocking the child and separating the pair.
Through all the commotion, nobody heard the quiet voice, wracked with despair: “Have you seen my daddy?”
This is part six of a larger story for Halloween. All sections are in the form of a 99-word story. Check back tomorrow for part seven!
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