Death and the Maiden
It’s that time of year again. The time of year when people dress up in silly and gruesome outfits, when the shops are filled with russet pumpkins and peculiar cakes, when children are encouraged to extort sweets from respectable citizens by dint of menaces.
I hate this time of year.
Death, in the form of a scrawny masked young man, approximate age 17, stalked outside the shop, attempting to get a rise out of the O.A.P’s. The mask was probably more attractive than his actual face. I succumbed to a childish urge and stuck my tongue out at him. He vanished, apparently abashed.
I hate this time of year. But at least I won that round.