When Boo decided to become a Satanist, Randy tagged along. They bought themselves leather jackets and dog collars and prepared for the ritual. They had watched enough television to know how that went.
Full moon saw both youngsters at the cemetery dragging a bleating Sandy behind. They found a marble tomb and took out the knife. Then sat and stared at the goat.
‘I can’t do it, Boo! Me Pah’ll kill me!’
‘Grow some balls!’
‘Boo, I can’t!’
Boo gave out a grunt and snatched the knife, hiding his trembling fingers.
A twig snapped.
The young men were back at the barn faster than Sandy could bleat a reminder that she was still attached to the tree.
When I saw this picture on Friday Fictioneers, I went, ‘Oh shit! How can I explain this one away!’ Then I thought and thought, and an idea did come to me, but I must confess, I couldn’t keep to the hundred word deadline this week; which is a pity because I’ve missed quite a few challenges in the past weeks! If you can offer any suggestions they are very welcome and I’ll edit as the comments come in 🙂