“Daddy, what’s that?” The little girl pointed at something behind me.
I hate this job, standing here into this stuffy wooden costume. Of all the summer jobs, this is the worst. Why? For one, I’m standing in a log beneath the 100-degree sun and the other, I have to scare people since the name of the shop is Trickery Wood Shop. Who spends all their time creating wood art just to scare people?
That’d be the guy signing my paycheck, Sal.
“Oh god,” the dad said, “I-is that a deer?” Really? Where?
I’ve live here all my life and heard of deer occasionally roam around town. Unfortunately, I never spotted one. Is this my lucky day?
“Daddy, look, he’s heading our way,” the little girl said.
From the eyes of my costume, I saw the dad’s eyes bulge and suddenly, I wished my green alien costume wasn’t bolt to a log. “Run!” He said and then there’s galloping behind me.
I screamed as the deer knocked me off the log. “Ugh, I hate this job.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.