Emma June has known Scooter her whole eleven years. She remembers when he was scared of the dark. Now, the day is closing and Scooter is missing.
Scoot had been excited about the campout all day, so I didn’t tell him I was spooked. I looked up through the gaps in the trees and watched the clouds as they moved across the half moon like blankets trying to cover a small bed. Then it got darker. The owl hooted and we both saw its eyes, yellow and mean. Scooter said it first. “Campout over.” Then he got up and walked inside with the sleeping bag over his head.
I’m not afraid of the dark anymore. I’m not afraid of untold secrets, either.
“I’m afraid for Scooter,” I tell Frank.
Excerpt from The Moonshine Thicket
You are very skilled.
Thank you, Scott!