Trick or treat….
Hunger like a million crazed hamsters digging their sharp claws into the lining of my stomach. Days since I’ve eaten. Hiding, creeping along the hedgerows, I watch them trip gleefully from puddles of light to enveloping shadow. Just one. One wouldn’t hurt. I’d eat it standing up. Everybody knows that if you eat standing up it doesn’t count. Any minute now, I can feel it. One will drift a little off the path. With any luck it’ll be a plump one, but not the little whiny one. He’d be sour. I want one who smiles, one who says thank you at each door. One like the little sparkly fairy princess. She’d be sweet. She wouldn’t put up a fuss. But she’d be missed right away. A child like that would have watchful parents. I’ll have to choose another. But not the little whiny one. There’s still time. I can wait. They’ll be out for at least another hour.