#Spooktober2020 Day 7: Scarecrow

“Don’t move,” mommy whispered.

We stood together in the middle of our cornfield. We had our arms stretched out in a T-pose, resting along poles lashed together like a cross. The same as the poles that held up the scarecrows dotting the field around us. We each held bundles of straw or twigs.

“We’re being scarecrows again?” I asked.

“Yes, again. Shhh…”

As the sun vanished below the horizon, the scarecrows slipped off their poles and crept past, ignoring us as they advanced on our empty house. Last year, when they surprised us, they got daddy.

Thanks for reading!

If you like what I do, please consider showing your support with a one-time donation through Ko-fi!

To keep up with future author updates, weekly flash fiction, writing advice, and book reviews, subscribe to my monthly newsletter!

Success! You're on the list.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s