October 31st, 2013
|03:50 pm - Happy Halloween!|
Well, that's quite enough of that.
I'll be posting every other day in November, but I have projects to which I must turn my attention. Thank you all for reading along, and thanks in particular to those kind souls who've commented and cheered me. :)
Now, a little trifle for Halloween, inspired by mist on the green on my and Master Danger's walk at sunrise. Now, dawn is a good time of day, but sunset....
The hollows in the park are dangerous, the sunset walkers tell each other in whispers.
The park itself looks ordinary, a green square in the midst of an old grey city, with one path curving in and out of trees older than any locals’ memories. The shadows of the old trees are fine, however. It’s the two depressions in the greensward, the ones that look like a giant’s thumbprints, that are the problem.
Mist rises there at sunset, and the sounds of heavy footsteps, closer, closer. Stray cats hiss at the borders then, and three crows sit on a log and watch the coming of night.
When the sun is just at the point of setting this Halloween night, one woman ignores her friends’ repeated warnings. She wants to go back and give out the Milky Ways, put on Young Frankenstein, tease her new husband into bed. But first she has to let her husband’s dog – her dog, too, she supposes – get his run on before the trick-or-treaters start ringing.
There by the west hollow, she unclips his leash. “Go on, Ishmael. Go on.”
The dog bellies into lip-curled submission, not moving, eyes on the hollow. Crow sounds a note of derision. Dog doesn’t move.
“Come on, Ishmael,” the woman says, “let’s get this over with,” and she begins to run toward the hollow.
Mist rises. Footsteps. And before the oldest sunset walker can scream, the woman is taken.
“They never listen,” the second-oldest walker says to the oldest, there on the sweetest curve of the path, where sunlight still reaches.
The oldest nods, sad, resigned. “Should have as much sense as their dogs. Never do.” She takes a spare leash out of her pocket and calls to Ishmael. He bounds toward the walker, away from the hollow.
Listen. Listen to what they tell you in whispers.
For those who celebrate this day, may it be a good turn in the year! May it be good for us all.
|Date:||October 31st, 2013 08:32 pm (UTC)|| |
Thanks, my friend. :) Happy almost-Friday to you, and a great day ahead!
Kind of creepy. But in a good way :)
Thanks, T! Happy Friday. :)
Thank you, Mamculuna. :) Happy day after, happy Friday!
|Date:||October 31st, 2013 10:57 pm (UTC)|| |
Oh, spooky! I love the idea of "sunset walkers". So very evocative.
Thanks, K! I had a lovely few minutes of imagining them. :)
Hugs and a good day!
Heee, thanks! Happy Friday, Gwynne! [hugs]
Oh dear lord, I'll be sleeping with the blankets over my head tonight.
[pats you] Happy Friday -- you've made it past Halloween!
Hugs, too. :)
Awesome! We've been having a lot of fog here lately. So thanks for that. ;)
Just don't go into a foggy hollow in a park at sunset, and you'll be just fine. :))
Hugs and a good Friday!
|Date:||November 1st, 2013 04:17 am (UTC)|| |
We just closed up a little while ago - I bought candy based on last year's turnout. Unfortunately, we only got about a third of that this year. There's a lot left over. Elder Daughter's going to offer it to Prof Z, who likes to hand out treats during class.
Thanks, A, and alas for low turnout but cheers for good ways to dispose of extra sugar. :)
Thanks, L! Hugs and an awesome Friday! :)
Thanks, Stevie! And a happy weekend to you. :)
Good dog, Ishmael; you tried.
::HUGS:: you are awesome.
Ishmael DID try. Listen to dogs as well as whispers, I say. :)
Hugs hugs, H_P, and you are awesome. Happy Saturday.
Both trick and treat...
Hugs and happy November (and why does auto-correct want to change that to Novemeber???)
Hugs and a great November ahead, and a good Saturday now.