Got a Light? (flash fiction)
“Here comes a group,” Bob whispered. “Summer’s almost as good as Halloween. Warm nights, no school.”
Todd nodded. “Love it. They’ve brought a goat, too. Some sort of sacrifice, I suppose.”
“Let’s wait a little. Remember, it’s my turn to ask.”
Bob and Todd stayed hidden behind gravestones. The four teenagers set up a circle of candles nearby, the goat watching curiously.
Bob gave a thumbs up, and the two of them stood.
“Hey,” Bob called out. “You got a light?” Two of his bony fingers touched his teeth as if he held a cigarette.
The teenagers stared wide-eyed at the skeletons, then ran off screaming as the skeletons watched them and laughed. The goat bleated curiously.
Admittedly, I went over the 100-word limit this week… my story clocks in at 117 words. Close, but the story simply refused to be cut more.