By Roz Levens
“Trick or treat?”
The door creaked open and the old lady smiled at the cheerful pumpkin child with his endearing orange and black face paint.
“Trick.”
Her hand shot out. Grabbing his wrist, she dragged him indoors.
“Gimme all yer stash, brat!” she snarled, pulling off her latex face to reveal the hag beneath.
Trembling, he offered the basket.
“And yer pockets!”
He complied.
“Boo!”
The child fled, howling.
Putting her feet up in front of the TV, she opened the first bag of sweets, awaiting the dual sugar hit of Bake Off and marshmallow monsters.
Halloween got better every year.
Lovely!
Thank you!
Wonderful post-Halloween story. Liked it.
Thanks! It was pre-Halloween when I sent it in!
Fabulous.
The hag (botox wouldn’t work) must be in a witness protection program if no irate parent can locate her. Jerry
What a wonderful tale!
Thanks!
So good!
Thank you Vivian!
Love it, such a great Halloween story