“It is a hollowgast skeleton,” Jacob said to the small congregation at his backyard barbecue.
The Chitten’s from two houses down flinched and began looking around.
‘It’s them,’ he thought to himself.
Jacob looked at his Peculiar wife Emily. She nodded and closed her eyes plunging the world into darkness. The Chitten’s yelped and tried to run but their feet were frozen.
Spotlights from nowhere illuminated the four of them. The Chitten’s dropped their rehearsed human qualities resorting to the snapping and snarling of hollowgasts.
“We are still eating your potato salad.”
Jacob snapped his fingers incinerating the Peculiar threat.
(This story was inspired by Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
a Novel by Ransom Riggs and the photo below.)
Danny Machal May 29th, 2015