The calliopes whimsical call penetrated his musings. He crumpled the warning sign he had asked his workers to post prior to sundown letting out a frustrated sigh. A dwarf stood waiting at the tents entrance.
Clearing his throat, the owner stood placing the crumpled page in his pocket. “Yes, Nigel?”
“It’s the Coven, Sir. 4 kids snuck in without tickets…one has been....”
His jaw clenched. Grabbing his cane, he stormed to the entrance. He had to move quickly, if he wanted to save the others. Time was running out.
“Sir they’ve bee-“
He already knew. They’ve been…snatched.
About the Creator
Ray
Everyone has a train of thought; all going on their own tracks. Meanwhile, my train has no tracks & no stations to pull into. Come enjoy the adventure! Where there are twists, turns & sudden drops while I make sense of what we call life.
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