Three youngsters stalked by a homicidal monster? Don’t believe it. It was war. Young hotheads were everywhere, out to prove themselves.
Most were pushovers. We just had to puff on them and they’d run away squealing. A few got tricky – barricaded themselves behind brick walls and started playing mind games. Some of us got burned trying to dislodge them, but not me. I had a plan. I spread the word down in the valley and waited.
Soon every man with a gun was scouring through our woods. The promise of a free supply of pork chops and bacon was irresistible.
It’s time for Friday Fictioneers again, where writers contribute 100 word stories in response to a photo prompt posted each week by Rochelle on her blog ‘Addicted to Purple’. You can find all the other stories here.
And here’s a cute little video if you’ve got time for a trip down memory lane.