The Silver Handle

RDP Monday: Handle


I couldn’t take your hand, for our last walk that day

in October.


I took up the silver handle and walked as close as I could to you.

I thought I could feel you, I wanted to feel you but

I was afraid I’d drop you.

We all were.

On that day

in October,

it was raining and cold and the orange and red leaves of autumn were drowning in the


The woman in the smart black suit and sensibly manicured nails gave me the key to your new home.

She rested it in the palm of my hand, I barely felt it’s weight.

It disappeared  until a week ago.

I found it in our car, it was in  the counsel between our seats hidden under a coupon for a free


I lifted it up and I was surprised.

It felt heavier then I remembered.

I took it as a sign.

It could only mean one thing,  this was an invitation

 to your home and I think I will pay you a visit.

I wonder if I will recognize you.

I am preparing myself, that I may not.


But October is here and Halloween is near and this is the  best time for me to drop in 

and take you out.

Maybe we will use that coupon for the free yogurt.


and when we are done with our visit, I’ll take you back to your home and  lay you to rest.


Sweet Treats

Putting My Feet In The Dirt October Prompt #4– Blue Honey Blue

Photo by Thirdman on

Each day for a week before Halloween Maudie Valadian sits in her small warm kitchen lit by pale blue homemade candles and the pale red light of the setting Sun and she patiently wraps her special candies in black and purple wax paper.

Her freshly carved pumpkins are lined up on her kitchen counter and, as they do every Halloween, they smile their empty approving  smiles as they watch her reach into the bowl in the center of her wooden table and choose a piece of candy.

She holds each piece up to the window above the kitchen sink and she peers into it before she sets it down onto the colored wax paper. Then with three quick spider like movements with the fingers of her left hand she wraps them up firmly and  then she carefully places each piece in a wicker basket lined with a soft orange cloth.

Sometimes she doesn’t like what she sees and she says, ” Hmmm, maybe next year. Maybe next year. We shall see.”

Then she puts it back into the bowl  and chooses piece and as the Sun continues to set she works with a smile- at least it looks like a smile- on her face.

Smile or not, Maudie  she keeps one of her dark eyes fixed on the window  and continues wrap her candy as smoothly and effortlessly as a dry autumn leaves  being blown down the street outside of her front door.

And just as the last of the Sunlight disappears from her window and her small kitchen is bathed in darkness  she pushes her chair back with a little sigh  and after she stands she pulls her basket towards her and looks down into it.

She dips her hand into it and stirs the candies around.

” I’ll need a few more. Just a few more and by Halloween I should have more then enough. ”

She pushes her chair back under the table and she takes her basket in hand and she moves through the darkness of her kitchen and the darkness that lives in her hallways to her front door.

Before she opens it she takes a small knife with a bone handle from the little table next to the door and she drops it in her basket. ” Blue honey, I need more of the blue ones.”

And Maudie Valadian, the sole proprietor of Creepy Halloween Eye Candies goes to work.