He rushed ahead, his pursuers hot on his heels. Up ahead a playground loomed in the darkness, maybe he could lose them there.
He hurried on to the swing, hoping the momentum would be enough to help him reach for the top of the nearby slide.
He felt the wind rush through his hair as the tightly grasped packet started to slip through his fingers.
Candy flew across the air as his pursuers — werewolves, vampires, zombies and ghouls howled in delight; tearing their masks off and scrambling to collect the much sought after prize.
The one pursued joined them too; next year would be his year.
Tagline: A tale of pursuit during Halloween.
Word Count – 107 words: For comments, anything works.