A Halloween Story: The Brickbat

[Jamie Hogan]

The moongrey kitchen spun around Flythe and he felt a tooth or two tumble down his chin and land in the folds of the sack and a blood blossom bloomed below the stitching that indicated the scarecrow's mouth. As Laura and Theo burst away from him and into the great room, he reeled back into the framing of the island, giggling, "Hehehehe, oh child, you have spirit!"

Laura shoved Theo toward Burke while she went back to work on Owen, the older boy instructing her to "just loosen it around my other hand and run." Burke stared up at Theo and observed the newly impotent mortar spade and listened to things Theo probably intended to be words, and then Flythe was back in the doorway of the kitchen, slightly punch drunk, tiny drops, black in the halflight, dripping from the sack down the front of his shirt.

"It's good enough, go," Owen said, but she looked at Flythe and she knew that he would not follow if they ran, that he was wounded and if left to his work he would finish it.

She ran as far as Burke and she snatched the brickbat from his pocket and turned and fired with everything she had at Flythe's head.

[Cita]

Sigh.  I have been working cows.  I am so far behind.  I like this gal.  I like her a lot.  (You guys write children well.)

[Angela]

Love that little gal.

[Paul de Denus]

I like the descriptions moongrey kitchen and a blood blossom bloomed- someone get a gun please.