We found them in a large shed on the edge of the forest. A hat and a scarf for every child in our village, all left here and arranged in these tidy piles. It seems the children left their houses at the same time, late into the night. Nobody heard or saw them go. Wrapped up against the cold winter snow, they’d all made their way to this place, but why? And where are they now? Somebody living nearby thought he heard a pipe playing last night. And this morning the Pied Piper is also missing. Surely just a coincidence?
100-word story for this week’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers
Photo courtesy of Björn Rudberg