(from SmokeLong Quarterly)
In the field behind the church is the haunted house. We laugh at the caskets stacked in the yard, the fake howling wind sounds coming from speakers. We laugh at the paper skeletons hanging from the trees and the cardboard gravestones with mannequin arms and legs sticking out of the ground. We hear girls screaming.
Short, declarative and deliberate, this story has a gentle urgency to it; it’s told from the narrow perspective of a kid describing just about everything he sees. I liked the tone: The horror of the funhouse is laughable, but everything goes quite when the girl in the half-shirt tries to convert the two Jewish kids to Christianity. The poor kids are just trying to have fun. Ne need to bring pamphlets into it. Cool, quick story. Read it here.
Why not read an even tinier story by the same author, here?
Looks like SmokeLong’s deal is flash fiction, which I have no particular affinity for. But when it works, it works.