Keefe nodded, and a breeze raced through the gathering. It sent a chair next to Keefe toppling over. Almost everyone turned in the direction it had come to see some clouds in the distance.
"That'll be the rain in the forecast," said Keefe's mother as she walked up to them.
"Best to call it a night then," said Oisín. Before Keefe could ask him anything else, he moved. He grabbed the fallen chair and walked back towards the house it belonged in.
"Have to say I agree with him," said Keefe's mother. "Come on, we'll start cleaning."
Everyone else seemed to take the breeze as a sign to end the party. Keefe went about cleaning but waited for the next gust of wind. However, there wasn't another breeze after that first one.
He couldn't explain why he found that so unsettling.
Note: Spooky!
Extra short here. I know. It's going to be shorter than some of the others, though, and I need to keep them one-to-one.
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