THE LOST LITTLE GIRL • by Anthony J. Rapino

Cowering — the small girl blends with nighttime bark and organic shadow. Whimpers rise like bird calls. She could be a tree stump, hidden behind black-curtain hair and a long-sleeved shirt pulled over her knees.

A heavy man walks past with one eye forward and circles back. He stares with hands-in-pockets curiosity at the lost little girl and says, “Where’s your mummy and daddy?”

The whimpers cease. She draws up her knees.

He stalks closer.

Her eyes appear, white, behind black strands. She becomes a bounding black streak.

He flails with lost girl clasping — her white teeth turn red.

Anthony J. Rapino’s most recently published story, Retired, will appear in the October issue of MagusZine. His short story, The Plumber, can be found in issue 1.11 of Devil’s Work.  He is a recent graduate of East Stroudsburg University, where  he received  his master’s degree in secondary education and teaching certification in English.

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Every Day Fiction

  • Chilling, yet not ‘in your face’. Good job, Anthony!


  • a little frightener in the morning to start my day…nice!

  • Hey, thanks guys. Glad you liked it. Can’t wait to read the rest of the Halloween line-up.

  • Tootsie McCallahan

    Oooh shivers!

  • Gerard Demayne

    Very J-Horror. Like it.

  • thanks everybody

  • Girl Power … or demon power- at any rate this was a fun read.

  • Thanks, Anita!

  • Clean as a whistle but going right for the jugular. Good story!

  • Good story.

  • I was just rereading some of the old stories.
    I like this story, Sweet and to the point.

  • Mr. Rice’s Third Period English Class

    A little short, like a story fragment. We want more!!!!!

  • Well done!

  • Renée

    EEEk! Scary child!

  • Anthony J. Rapino

    Hi all. I just noticed my story has gotten into the top ten somehow, so I thank you all for that, and hope you’re liking it.

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