children of the moonlightIt was always slightly ominous hearing the ice cream truck drive by in the middle of the night. The tinkling music became eerie as it echoed along the empty streets.children of the moonlight6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A little boy lay stiffly in his bed, listening. He felt like he was the only person in the world who was awake, and his frightened mind couldn't stop imagining what sort of other people the music might rouse. Part of him wanted to go to the window and see; instead he pulled the covers over his head and shivered. But if he had looked, the sight that met his eyes wouldn't have been at all what he expected.
Several of them, as a matter of fact. They emerged from the shadows, their milky forms fading in and out of focus, and they ran to catch the truck. Then one by one each child happily grabbed an ice cream, letting it smear across their mouths and drip down their hands like moonlight.
And afterwards they would play. Their shoes scuffing against the old city streets and their laughter rippling out into the