THE HALLOWE'EN STORE
“Dad!
Jason pinched me!”
“If you
don’t stop fighting I’m throwing you out.”
“You
wouldn’t,” said Carrie, digging her elbow into Jason’s ribs, and Pete lost his
temper completely. It was almost midnight, the Hallowe'en party had been a
washout, and he was exhausted. Screeching to a halt at the roadside store, he
pushed them out of the car and drove off, reckoning ten minutes should teach
them a lesson.
But when
he returned they weren’t there – and neither was the store. Only a local drunk
who told him, “That store only appears at Hallowe'en. It’s always gone by
midnight.”
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I wrote this story in response to the above photo promt, taken by Jean L Hayes and posted on Rochelle's blog - https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ from whence you can follow the Blue Frog link to read other stories by Friday Fictioneers. After commenting on mine, if you would be so kind!
