It’s hard to be a modern hero. Especially when the author can’t make up his mind.
Instead of going back to the church, I start to open the car door. But half way open it becomes difficult, like pulling against a great weight. The weight of an author’s stubbornness. The Kid really wants me to go back. I brace one foot against the car and with both hands on the handle, lean back, my force against the Kid’s. And we are locked in a tug of war. But then I hear strange voices coming down the path. The Kid has released the ghouls.
Tom Sneem lives in a small cottage on the west coast of Ireland where he writes a variety of fiction.
Art by Bernie Mireault.