Happy Halloween. Heeere's Johnny!
We had our writing meeting of the Headwaters Writers' Guild today and I was inspired to write a short Halloween story that I HAD to post. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thanks to Richard for the many prompt suggestions I used. "How many times do I have to tell you 'Never run with a sharp cleaver!'" Johnny's mother yelled at him for the tenth time that day. "For heaven's sake, ma," he said. "I know what I'm doing. I've been a butcher for thirteen years now." Ma stood in the doorway and glared. The colour combination of her outfit was hideous, but none of her customers seemed to mind. Particularly not the ones she led to the back room into Johnny's lair. "I'm a psychic," she said. "Don't you think I know what's going to happen?" Johnny rolled his eyes. "Then how come you can never predict the Super Bowl?" Ma waved him away. Her gaze fell on the s