Scott L Vannatter
Friday Fictioneers
7/12/13 100 Words
A Very Grave Nanny
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“Come on!” Stevie yelled. I tried hard to catch up.
We entered the small, local cemetery and he pointed. I watched, following his finger with my eyes.
“See? Told you! Gregory was cursed for having that purple eye and was turned into a chicken by the demon of the cemetery.”
I punched Stevie. “That’s a nanny goat, not a chicken.”
“God! It’s even worse!” Stevie ran off; I shook my head.
I started to walk away; the goat whined. I turned to pat its head.
It looked at me with that one purple eye and I fell twice running away.
