As a fun little experiment for Halloween, some bloggers here are writing a story in a chain form.
In the distance down Highway 1, a set of headlights flicked into view. That had happened plenty of times during the evening, but this was the first since the sun slipped below the horizon and also the first that caused all of the pickup’s occupants to tense up. Mateo lifted a pair of field glasses to his eyes and peered toward them.
“Is that them?” Connie and Kyle asked in unison, then gave each other a disconcerted glance. [Read more…]