Another flash fiction from the Carrot Ranch weekly challenge (www.carrotranch.com). This week the prompt was to write a story that included the idea of “peering from the woods.”
February, 1966: Jean’s family did a suburbs-to-small-town move. Home was a two-bedroom rental at the edge of town. Behind the house, a woodsy spot. Jean was 13, Sam 11, Donny 9.
When summer came, that spot grew dark with leaves. Sam and Donny disappeared into it every morning after breakfast. They would grab lunch and vanish again. Jean ignored them, practiced the piano.
“Jean, go get the boys,” Mom called from the kitchen. “It’s supper time.”
Sounded easy. Jean stood at the trees’ edge. “Guys, supper!”
Her pupils adjusted. Then Donny’s eyes found hers. Here he was wild.