Author: uberbudgie





It was Halloween in a small, coastal resort type town, and I was

with a friend I knew from a small rural town where a relative lived

when I was a child.



The sky was beginning to get dark, and we were trying to find

some people from a drama group she was a member of, for

some sort of end-of-show/Halloween party they were putting on.



I realized I didn't have any of the 'Trick or Treat' bags I have so

meticulously packed with little toys (mostly glitter gelli bracelets

and glow-in-the-dark superballs) and was rather cross with myself

for not having anything to give the children who I might or might not

run into en route, (we were on foot). More than anything else,

I was cross that they'd be sitting in a box under my bed for a year,

after I spent to much time sealing every treat bag and measuring

out equal amounts of everything.



I wasn't even in costume. (This is the one day of the year I take

full advantage of the fact I can look weird and get away with it).



We stopped at a bunch of houses where people (mostly retired-age

or early 20's) recognised us and said things like "Oh, you two

have grown so much! Let me get a camera; no, I haven't seen so and

so... I think they're at soandso's house". Things like that.



I was cross at myself for letting Halloween arrive and not having

made a costume.



Then I woke up.

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