The Graveyard
Tombstones like toothpicks rise from the Earth. Bobby promised the moon would be full tonight. Would illuminate the entire cemetery. Only he didn’t mention clouds would completely obscure the moonlight. 
A single lone oak tree spreads across the center of the boneyard. Bobby is supposed to whistle twice, the signal, when he’s ready. Only he didn’t count on the howling wind muffling all other sound.
Thunder crackles. A lightning strike. Bobby skirting between tombstones. It all happens in a flash. A bat flaps its wings. Then Bobby rolls up next to me. We’re hunkered together. Leaning into a headstone belonging to Howard Metcalf, dead some forty-six years.
“I caught it,” Bobby whispers, breathless. “Pikachu.”
Editor’s note: I did research on the most popular Halloween costumes this year, and I’m going to do a flash fiction entry every day for a different costume leading up to Halloween. The one above? Pokémon. Come back and visit. And write in your costume suggestion for an upcoming episode in the comments … if you dare! Mwahahahahaha!
JD Frain 
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My dog is dressing as Pikachu this year. She’s less than thrilled about it. Fun story.
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Dogs never seem to be as thrilled about their costume as their owners. Also, why do cats always escape Halloween? I guess life isn’t fair even in the animal kingdom.
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I have to confess that the whole Pokemon thing has passed me by, but I understand it’s popular with the kids! Atmospheric story though, well written.
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Thanks, Iain. Passed me by too. In fact, I had to check with one of my sons for the final line of the story as I didn’t know if you catch a Pokémon or shoot it or kill it or…
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Tombstones like toothpicks…spooooooky line. I’ll have to read these to Cam.
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