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A Summer Picnic
Giggles and squeals wake the garden, sparking rays of
children’s laughter lighting up its darkest corners.
“Ooh, a maze!”
Tiny feet stampede to the siren call.
An excited murmuration bubbles up as they jostle and squeeze
through its inviting entrance.
Voices fade within the entangling puzzle, muffled by writhing,
rustling greenery.
Leaves turn to thorns, cries to screams.
Finally, shining sylvan silence once more blankets the beguiling
pastoral scene.
One ragged, bramble ripped urchin scrambles from the maze’s exit.
He peers towards me then frantically away.
“No, Boy. You’re mine now. I’m Jack.”
I extend a gnarled, knotty, green hand.
100 words
@nickjohns999
This story was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields' Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Challenge.
Find all the other stories from this week's prompt here.
Dear Nick,
ReplyDeleteSounds like a frightening outing.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Am evil maze! The last mine made me think of those apple trees in The Wizard of Oz; scary!
ReplyDeleteTerrifying.
ReplyDeleteI liked this one a lot - and not just because of the awesome Murmuration word :) - a dark maze indeed.
ReplyDeleteThat was unexpected. It has the feeling of a Grimm Brothers tale - poor little boy. Well told.
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