Today’s Friday Fiction is courtesy of microcosmsfic.com. 300 word short story using the following elements.
Topic: Sweets from a Stranger, genre: Crime.
The car tottered over gravel on a quiet October afternoon. A quick glance in the rear-view mirror revealed glossy cerulean eyes below thin furrowed brows. An upturned nose blew out every few seconds while silver tape around the lower half of the face crinkled against barely perceptible lips. The man grinned through the mirror,
“You still okay back there?”
The boy turned towards the window in reply. A dimmed sky cascaded sunlight through, dulled by the tint to ensure no one could see in.
“Well you better be. And don’t bother memorizing the road.”
Silence. It was exactly how the man preferred it. The radio had been turned off and only the low hum and crunch of gravel permeated the vehicle. Another glance back and it seemed the boy had fallen asleep, eyes shut and chest rising gently under the Manchester City jersey he wore. Perfect.
The silence felt heavy. Outside the sun had deepened, vermillion against the tinted windows. The man took a glance at the rear view mirror and felt his body gradually chill as bright hazel eyes stared back at him unblinkingly. He was sure the boy had blue eyes.
“You still okay in the front there?” The boy asked. The man’s eyes widened, mouthing drooping agape as duct tape around the boy’s lips fell away completely. Sharpened teeth revealed in malevolent grin.
“Well you better be. And don’t bother getting off the road, we’re going exactly where we should be.”
The detective stared at the file before him then up at the tall man who had shucked off his lab coat,
“You’re saying he looks like a boy but is actually a full grown man?”
“And takes sweets from a stranger before letting them think they’ve lured him away. Only the assailant becomes the victim. Always.”
You know how I like to add a horror spin to everything I write. Muhahaha!