The Hallow

The streets were quiet. A little too quiet as far as Harry was concerned. He had heard a rumor about something big was going to happen in the Hallow in the next few days but didn’t know what. The Hallow is an extension of Frick Park, on the east side of town, surrounded by woods.

The Blue Kings and the Red Dons have been squabbling over that part of town for years, with control switching hands seemingly every week. It’s been quiet for about a month. Harry’s afraid it was about to come to a head.

Ten-thirty and not a soul in the park. Usually there was a few people, maybe some high school kids sharing a keg. Tonight, nothing. Made Harry think there was some truth to the rumor.

From about fifty yards away Harry sat high in a tree looking through night vision goggles.

A car quietly rolled down the hill with its lights off. Whatever was going to go on, might be about to start. A few minutes later, four more cars were in the parking lot.

Harry climbed down from his perch and crept toward the parking lot. Halfway there he stopped and opened two packs of firecrackers. Tying them together, Harry thew them in the air toward the cars. All five cars started for the hill as the firecrackers masqueraded as gunshots.

Flashing lights screamed down the hill stopping the cars. Harry quietly made his way out of the park without being noticed, Satisfied, for now, that he helped stop whatever was going to happen.

Published by authorjturley

R James started writing bad poetry in his mid-30's. While taking a couple writing courses he wrote short stories with interesting characters. R James has been published in, Creepies 2: Things that go Bump in the Closet, Deviant Shadows: Tales of the Parabnormal, among others. R James got sick of the northern winters, and writes from the sunshine state, where the sun sets into the Gulf of Mexico.

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