100 foot-steps of terror. That’s how Calyxala thought of the cut through. Even in daylight, strange shadows were cast by things that didn’t exist in the visible world. Everyone knew someone who knew some child who went in one end, but not out the other.
Police didn’t even bother with Amber alerts. They knew. These children were the disappeared. Might turn up years later and thousands of miles away, or not at all.
She took a deep breath and stepped in, counting her way through: 99, 98, 97, 96, 95 . . .
Written with Halloween in mind for Friday Fictioneers, 26-28.10.16. Thanks Rochelle for another intriguing photograph prompt to play with!
PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey
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