Stranded

The lights glared out over the field, illuminating the dark night. The teacher nervously circled the gazebo, again counting children huddled miserably in the center.

The teacher stood, peering out, hoping for the noise of a bus engine. Straining, her ears caught a noise from the back of the gazebo. Whirling, she saw a strange boy.

The boy  stared expressionlessly at her, then the children. Then he raised a hand and pointed behind her. At the same moment headlights swept the gazebo, drawing her gaze. When she  glanced back, the boy was gone.

Unnerved, she hurriedly gathered children and instruments.

 

 

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