I’ve never been a fan of my appearance. For Halloween I decided to cover myself in a sheet. I was a ghost.
Simple– said the first lady I came across, standing at her door of a house decorated in immaculate fashion– Yes, sometimes simple is better.
So spooky– mocked the group of children, bags still limp with only a few meager treats. With a laugh or two, they ran to the other side of the street.
On a porch sat a man, dressed as a fiend. He feigned immobility until the moment you reached for his candy. Sadly for him, jumping out of reflex is not in my nature.
I heard the judging voices of the mothers waiting for their little monsters to return from doorways– Isn’t he a bit tall? Perhaps I am old.
I began to think that this whole Halloween thing was not for me. In the cold new November air, I felt the wind pulling at my sheet. Then with a tug, it was pulled away.
It’s a skeleton!– I heard the scream, as the people finally took notice of me.