10/30/19 22:12 Bethlehem, PA
It’s the night before Halloween and there are no creatures
stirring on this block. They are waiting in anticipation for tomorrow
night. For some, costumes will be
necessary to hide their zombie faces, their skin barely attached to the rotting
facial muscles. Lips are no more. Grizzled teeth. For others, the aliens who walk among us,
they are free to disperse all the candy they have adulterated in their kitchen
to the little ones who beg for it.
Parents wave from the safety of the sidewalk, prodding their naïve and
trusting runts to go up and beg for another handful. Go ahead.
Just knock on the door, they will give you candy. It’s free.
The black cats are pruning their fur with oil and gasoline from the
dumpsters behind the local garage. They dab
a little green antifreeze, so their eyes can really stand out in the
night. Up the road the cemetery is
quiet, except for some skeletons who are assembling their bones, they need to
walk around the town and make the best of the night. Ghosts are napping in the trees, whole families
congregate, the Italians are taking up a row of trees, even in death they can’t
stand being too distant from one another.
While the children continue to get more candy…barely noticing the smell
ruminating from the roofs where the witches brood and cast spells…
Thank you for reading this.
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