My contributions to the Halloween Flash Fiction collection for 2015. If you want to read the other submissions in this year’s collection, you can do that here.
Refreshing Rain
The man smiled, for the first time in what felt like ages. The gentle rain sounded like magic on the leaves in the forest. He turned his face to the sky to catch the first drops.
He had given up hope on ever feeling rain drops on his face again. The cool rain water was just what he needed to get his spirits back.
They were preparing for the Samhain festival, the ancient rite signaling the end of the growing season, with a human sacrifice.
Now, if he could just get out of the pit before the priest came back.
Trick or Treat
Annabelle Evans never hands out candy. She says she’s too busy. Or doesn’t have any money. Or has to go out. If she didn’t spend her money on heroin, it would be different.
She lives in the last trailer on the row. That means we have to walk down there for nothing. Just in case.
This year, everyone’s planning to just trick her. No one is going to ask for treats.
Whoever got here and put up crime scene tape all over the place is an absolute genius.
It looks just like there’s been a murder in the trailer park.
This story is a bit of an homage to the Cowboy Junkies song Murder, tonight, in the Trailer Park.
