With a Plague burning it’s way through the States I have to admit I tapped back a lot of my darkness- that is in my everyday life. Not in my writing of course.
But given that there is a segment of the population that has embraced the Plague ( aka Covid-19 ) and are sharing it through by any means possible, I’ve decided to take off the gloves and to put on the mask- as it were.
There are 51 days to Halloween.
Cow says moo
dog says woof
but do you know what a Cheetah says?
Artist Unknown
Fist published October 31, 2016
Re-posted for Fandango’s Flashback Friday.
From the dark a knock upon my door
woke me from my sleep
I didn’t reach for a light
I couldn’t even breathe.
It shouldn’t have been
there
no one should be at my door
all I wanted to do was sleep
But there was a knock upon my door
” Is anyone there? “
my voice echoed in the dark
” Answer me, are you there?”
And then it knocked again
louder then before
So I reached up to my door and I pushed it open
…
” What do you want?” I demanded
as my door swung open wide
and a horrible white light burned into
my long shut and sleeping eyes…
And a voice called from beyond the brightness:
What the hell is that? For God sake shut it, shut that coffin lid NOW!
There are 52 days left to Halloween and today as I reflect on this picture of my Granddaughter in her Princess dress while wearing her monster mask with her little arms ready to reach out and grab you, I am wondering why I am freaked out by that balloon over her shoulder.
Halloween chills, you never know how or when they are going to hit you but I suppose that is the fun of it.
Photo J.M. Moscoso