“Just watch,” Jack said.
A bicycle messenger approached the door at the end of the lane. He pulled a package from his satchel, reached for the doorknocker—and vanished.
“Where did he go?” Ben blinked twice and rubbed his eyes.
“I don’t know, but that’s the third visitor this week.” Jack’s voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, “They never come back.”
***
“Give me your lunch money, ladies.” Rufus loomed.
“Sure!” Jack handed their money over in great haste. “Say, Rufus, did you hear the folks at the end of the lane are giving away gobs of leftover Halloween candy?”
100 words. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:
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