As the clock struck midnight, she blearily came to. She sensed a warm liquid oozing out the side of her mouth. The single lamp was still on, and the old house creaked in the wind. She itched her green craggy nose, and smoothed her black dress as she tried to remember what had happened. She reached to adjust the strap of her pointy hat, and noticed the pieces she’d gathered earlier so carefully, were now strewn across the floor. A black cat, hissed and flashed out of the room. The old woman began to hiss too. The hiss became a chuckle then a loud laughter that rang around the rooms of the decrepit house. She noticed the orange plastic pumpkin laying askew, and there was nothing but silence. She wiped the drool of sleep off her face, and scolded herself aloud, “Durn it Gertrude McLaughlin! You slept through Halloween! Smoky! Why didn’t you wake me up!”
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A picture tells a thousand words …or is it a thousand stories. Our writer’s group, The Open Book Writing Group, does photo prompts for fun and practice. Here are some results. Try it!
Snack Attack
I know I’m doomed anytime I go into a gas station convenience store to buy food. That’s why I use the pay-at-the-pump. But the dang card reader wasn’t reading, so I went in. $29.50 for gas and $9.23 for ‘food’.
What is it about these places that breaks down my willpower? I never buy Hostess ding-dongs at King Soopers. The Big-Grab fritos bag …does it mean the serving size or my ass? Sunflower seeds, shell on. Why? They’re a pain in the butt, a huge mess. But it seems somehow romantic or nostalgic or some other unfounded logic. By then I’m feeling guilty. So I grab an Arizona Ice Tea. What are these things? 24 oz of high-fructose corn syrup and artificial colors. But tea’s healthy right?
It’s too late to do anything but eat and drink it all. But I gotta think of somewhere I can stop to throw out the entire bag of evidence before I get home. I’m single, but even I won’t be able to face myself tomorrow.
