First Published here
Posted For Fandango’s Flashback Friday
Will any super heroes
or princesses from the Sea
knock on my door hold out their bags
and cry out Trick or Treat?
My dog is dressed as a pirate
my cat is sporting gargoyle’s wings
and I am dressed up like a ghost
we’re ready for Halloween.
My Jack O Lantern is lit
my trees are hung with bones
my demons are in the attic
my zombies are lurking downstairs.
We’re all eagerly waiting
for someone to appear
to knock on our door
so that we will know-
Dinner is served.
“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous a** as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.”
— Stephen King, Salem’s Lot-
There are 24 days left until Halloween- have you made any plans yet?
In 2016 I wrote a story about a couple who struggled and then came up with a plan- and by jingo they did come up with a good one!
This story is called
” Date Night “
” I thought we’d do something really special for Halloween ”
He and his wife were in their brightly lit kitchen, she was at the counter standing in front of the stove looking up into the cupboard where she kept her spices.
” What’s that. ” she asked after a moment.
” I thought I’d take you somewhere special this year, someplace nice. Someplace near the water. I know how much you love the water.”
” I do.” She closed the cupboard door and walked past him to where she kept her kitchen knives. ” I do love the sound of the Ocean.”
” Great. How about dinner at-”
” But I’m going to make my a pie for after.” She took a knife from the knife rack and then she swung it down and stuck it into the counter.
He did not flinch or move a muscle.
” What kind of pie are you going to make this year dear. ” he asked casually once he got his breath back.
She drew the knife out the formica counter top as if it were stuck in a stick of soft
” I’m not sure. Here. Why don’ you go pick something up for me.”
” Any ideas or-”
When his wife turned around her dark red eyes flared yellow and gold at him, ” Surprise me dear.” She said as she reached for her cauldron on the shelf above the stove and handed it to him. “Surprise me. It’s Halloween after all.”