Henry didn't have much precious memories of his childhood. After losing his parent at a young age, he bounced from one foster home to the next. He hated them all.
Today was his last day of being a minor. He would be far away from here by tomorrow.
He threw away a shovel when he found a hidden chest. Staring at what were inside his personal time capsule, he put a bloody hand on top before closing the lid.
7 hands from 7 evil souls, he hoped his actions saved enough innocent children from the same cruel faith of his.
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PovídkyA collection of dark microfiction. It's Halloween season! Throughout October, I'll be posting a daily dose of my 31 mini stories. Please give it a read.
