Peter and Billy crunched over the frosty ground through the woods. This geocaching lark had been Peter’s idea to spend quality time with his son. Billy had been keen, but the early rise and freezing temperatures had diminished his enthusiasm over the last ten minutes. They’d been ‘hunting’ for two hours and Peter decided the next find would be their last. He didn’t want to discourage Billy from coming again. It had been fun!
“Wow,” Billy said rushing excitedly to the jalopy in the clearing. He stopped suddenly, face ashen.
“Dad,” he stammered, “someone’s cached a hand, a human hand.”
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.