“Coming!”
The doorbell chimes again, mocking me. Grabbing the half-empty candy bowl, I open the door—
“Huh!” I gasped.
It was HUGE. Its front paws planted on the porch: two golden, fur-covered columns, each thicker than my torso. They hold up the massive lion’s body. I feel the dragon’s tail in the shadows. Giant eagle wings scrape my eaves and blot out the festivities.
Between its teeth, I see the tiny plastic pumpkin bowl. Its cat eyes just stare.
I lock eyes with it for some time.
“Trick,” I say.
I mean, how often do you get a chance like this?
Just once, I would think. Fun story. The description paints the picture very well.
Good description of monsters, but story, for me. has problems.I
I would think that someone in the jaws of a giant eagle would not be making a joke. Why was the person given a trick when there was the pumpkin bowl with candy? Why would he or she choose to receive a trick rather than give out treats?
Clever story. Indeed, how often do you get such a chance?
Thank you!
I love that second paragraph — specifically about the doorbell ringing again and “mocking me.” So very evocative for trick or treating! And the monster’s description was amazing! You have quite a way with words, particularly with squeezing them into such tight parameters!
Thanks, @JohnAmusesNoOne! I really appreciate it. _Mark
Interesting feedback, Ms. Shaw. Be well. _Mark
Thanks, Gip!