The afternoon light faded. Nicky paced from his mother’s sewing machine to the kitchen and back.
“Are you done?” Nicky asked his mother, not for the first time.
Sighing, she said, “Nearly so, dear one.”
Once finished, she draped the costume over the table for his inspection. Nicky clapped his hands with joy. He would go trick-or-treating as Quasimodo. Halloween was the only time in the year when Nicky walked freely, from dusk to several hours past sundown, without the usual stares and gasps of horror. His scars were concealed. No one could see what lay hidden beneath his mask.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was taken by Jean L. Hays.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit HERE.