I’m writing a flash fiction story every day till Halloween based on the top selling Halloween costumes for 2016.
10.22 – Pokémon
Pray for me, mother.
I promised mother. Promised myself. I wanted to stop. But the voice. It whispers.
Without planning, I find myself back here. Why don’t they know I’ll come?
Three exit the train. My eyes lock on one. She walks beneath the lone streetlight, but it gives way.
My heart doesn’t race anymore. That thrill ended long ago. But the voice returns. Tonight, Halloween, it roars like a lion.
She turns the corner, a whisker from me. Not the first time I stalk her to her silver Corolla.
But it’s the last.
Prey for me.