Billy didn’t really want to go. Mom had given them specific instructions. The pond was off limits. “We’re going to get into big trouble, Frankie, I’m cold and I wanna go home.”
“Here, take my jacket and hat. You’ll be fine.” Frankie picked up his pole again and reeled it in to check the bait. “Wait… look.” He held up the end of the pole and turned to show it to Billy. Something odd was squirming at the end of his pole.
Billy didn’t see it, though. He was too busy watching yellow glowing leaches crawl up Frankie’s pants.
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