My somewhat late contribution of a Halloween story. This was originally written as a prompt response for a writing community I'm a member of. Basically, you were to write a piece about anything you liked, as long as it contained two words. I'm sure you can guess what they were.
The flowers by Betty's grave are in shadow. I look up, and there's a young girl standing over me. She's wearing a bellyshirt, tight shorts, and a pair of battered flip flops that have seen better days. I think about ignoring her for a moment, but then reconsider. I've never seen her before, so perhaps she's just lost.
Elena Bradburn has prescient visions. These sometimes manifest as quick glimpses of the future in her waking life, but are also shown to her in vivid and repetitive dreams. For the past severl months, she has been dreaming about Gavin Young, and has been planning their first meeting.
