It is Halloween and the knock is coming. My lights are off, as is the TV. I sit in the dark in my recliner counting the minutes. Someone has seen me enter my place today and not leave. That means I have been targeted. They know I have candy. The supermarket traitors informed the neighborhood. I don't eat much candy. Having it is a reminder I am an adult and can spend money on anything I want.
Last year I could hear their tiny voices through the door. Trick or Treat. But do not dare ignore us. I finally gave in and shared my candy. Not the chocolate. I have limits.
It is near that time. I dare not peek through he blinds. I could leave the sweet stuff in my mailbox, but my mailman is shifty eyed. I don't tip him at holidays and candy would be his revenge.
Kids in costume are cute. I'll watch them on You Tube.
Someone just knocked. They heard my laptop humming. Damn.
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