Halloween Microfiction

Sweetie

The gables on this mansion cast a longer shadow than most.

“Maybe we should skip this place,” says my older brother.

I ignore him as usual and lead him by the hand.

We knock, knock, knock upon the door.

Creak, creak, creak, the maw opens.

A monster candy corn looms before us. The resemblance is uncanny. That striped and pointy body, sans face, sans limbs.

It somehow proffers a basket.

“We never said trick or treat,” says my brother, “and we don’t want whatever you got.”

“Don’t be rude,” I whisper, and I grab a tiny human for the both of us.

 

19 Replies to “Halloween Microfiction”

  1. Hahaha! I literally laughed out loud at the last line, and this one gave me a chuckle: “It somehow proffers a basket.” Fantastic!

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  2. LOL-Clever, creepy, and has me thinking second thoughts about candy corn 🙂 Good luck!

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