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Jr. Tales: Midnight Hunting

Y. Bromberg

Thunder could be heard in the distance. A storm was coming. “I hate when it rains during the summer!” Dassy complained to her brother Dovi.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

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The sky was turning a dark shade of gray and a cold wind swept through the trees. 

Thunder could be heard in the distance. A storm was coming. 

“I hate when it rains during the summer!” Dassy complained to her brother Dovi. 

“Me too,” Dovi murmured, staring out the living room window as the wind scattered leaves and twigs across the driveway. “And I really wanted to try out the new metal detectors Mommy bought us.” 

“I have a crazy idea...” Dassy said slowly, walking to the front closet. “What if we go to the deserted beach behind our house, for like a few minutes, before it starts raining?” 

“Are you serious?” Dovi exclaimed. “We never go down there! It’s so spooky! There’s even an old abandoned house there — no thanks!” 

“Well, I’m going! Even if it’s just for a minute! It’s the only place we could get to fast enough before it really starts pouring. See ya!” 

Dassy threw on a bright yellow poncho, grabbed her metal detector, and disappeared into the whirling wind and drizzly rain outside.

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Dovi spent a few minutes staring miserably out the window, before changing his mind. 

“Dassi! Where are you?” he yelled, slipping and sliding on the sidewalk outside, clutching his poncho tighter as the wind howled around him. He followed the brick path that led alongside his big, white house, into the expansive backyard, and through a rusty metal gate that opened onto a small beach beside miles of murky seawater. A lone, dilapidated hut dotted the bleak, rainy landscape. The siblings had never dared set foot inside it. He spotted his sister, and headed over to her. 

“Dassi! What’s wrong?” Dovi asked, concerned about the look of shock on his sister’s face. “Look! I just found this!” She held up a rusty metal locket. “These metal detectors really do work!” 

Dovi cautiously took the locket from his sister and held it aloft. 

“There’s something in there,” he said, his voice hoarse. A yellowed, tattered piece of parchment fell from inside the locket and fluttered onto the sand. 

Dassi picked it up and read aloud, “Dear person, whoever you may be: I am so delighted that you have found me. The adventure may now commence — are you ready?”

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