Willow Grove

By T. Eric Bakutis

My name is Jack, and I have a little sister. Her name is Dana. She was eleven when the faeries took her away.

It was Dana’s birthday. We had chocolate ice cream cake, rich, wet and squishy. It made what had happened to Ted in Willow Grove that morning seem like a bad dream.

I knew Dana would go looking for Ted, but I didn’t want to go to Willow Grove ever again, not after what they did to Ted. I told myself Dana wouldn’t either, and that’s why I wasn’t there to stop her when she did. I was scared.

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