A cold, weathered hand pierces the rust-laden earth of a late autumn night. Reanimated decay becomes the evening's guide. Masked faces bask in the fiery glow of a jack-o-lantern's illumination. A lifeless finger points the direction toward the next porch-lit house. For this is the night of ghouls and goblins and tricks and treats. This is the night of Hallowe'en...
2 comments:
A Halloween classic if ever there was one. I would get up and slam dance but at my age I would hurt myself.
@Lady M - you can sit in the back with the rest of us old punks!!
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