Reposted for Fandango’s Friday Flashback:
October 30, 2017
Our neighborhood doesn’t get Trick or Treaters anymore.
We haven’t had visits from ghosts or vampires or werewolves or mummies or a single witch for years.
The neighborhood kids go to the Mall or to festivals for their Halloween loot.
Those of us that are left behind sit around and eat candy that no one collects and we
don’t even bother to carve pumpkins anymore.
On our way home from the movies, I asked Victor:
” Don’t you think it’s strange not to see a single Devil or Pirate or toilet paper streaming down from a tree or two?”
He said it did seem odd.
” I think it’s depressing. Not a single costumed monster or little kids dressed up like food or candy.”
I searched through my purse and found my mints. Mints calm me when I start to feel stressed.
” One night, one night where anyone can be anything they want and be rewarded for it. And what do they do? They go to the Mall. I despair for humanity.”
Victor said he saw my point.
” I love Halloween so. ” I popped another mint, rolled the window down and let the crisp night air chill my bones.
When we got home our street was pumpkinless, decoration free, there wasn’t a ghoul or a zombie or a hippie to be seen.
” I guess that’s it for tonight. What a bust. Guess we can turn in for the evening.” I pouted.
” We could still go out, ” Victor said touching my cheek which began to grow wider as my jaw grew heavier and fine silver wisps of fur began to spread from my forehead down over my throat to my widening rib cage.
” I’d stick out like a sore thumb. One night. I used to have one night when I could go out and be like everybody else. People suck. I hope they all get brain rot from their cellphones.”
I got out of our car and slammed the car door shut, and then I dropped to my knees and fell forward.
I let out a howl.
Then I sadly trailed up the walk to our door, dragging my tail behind me.