Beware the Birthday Wish!
The flames swayed in the light breeze of the ceiling fan. Still, they burned strong and bright. To Dustin they were scorching eyes glaring at him straight out of Hell, all ten of them. Beads of red wax rolled down the candles and pooled like blood on the iced surface below.
He wanted nothing more than to forget his birthday altogether.
His family would have obliged him, but not this year. It was an even numbered year—a check year. The celebration was more for them than for him.
Dustin was the youngest of three boys in a family bonded tight to their kin. The problem was Dustin wasn’t kin. He was adopted. Orphaned as an infant, he never knew his parents. Supposedly, they were killed in a botched break in, but the details, as told to Dustin, were always watered down or vague.
The Thompsons, neighbors to his parents…
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