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
© my frilly freudian slip
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
October 29, 2016 at 5:52 pm
Nicely done.
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October 29, 2016 at 5:54 pm
Thank you. : ] :
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October 29, 2016 at 1:11 pm
Very heartrending.
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October 29, 2016 at 5:55 pm
Thank you : ] :
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October 28, 2016 at 3:42 pm
HooYah! I hope she makes it. What a creepy thing to do, but sometimes duty calls.
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October 29, 2016 at 1:09 am
I hope she makes it too!
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October 28, 2016 at 1:24 pm
Dear Frilly,
Spooky. You left me hanging…where will her count end?
Shalom,
Rochelle
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October 29, 2016 at 1:12 am
I hope at zero and out the other side, but since it’s Halloween . . . .
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October 28, 2016 at 12:10 pm
Great Halloween story!! :-)
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October 28, 2016 at 12:16 pm
Thank you, Courtney — trying to get into the spirit as it were, lol.
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