Thursday, 27 October 2011
Twenty-Sixth Friday Flash: Trick or Treat
Tom sat on his couch eating popcorn and watching a movie. He hadn’t felt so relaxed in ages.
The doorbell rang.
“Tom can you get it!” shouted his wife from the kitchen.
“Okay!” replied Tom.
Tom slouched over to the door and swung it open.
“Trick or treat!” shouted a chorus of little horrors.
“Ah!” screamed Tom. He had to get rid of them before they decided to come inside.
Doing his best to not look at them he reached for the prepared bowl of candy and chucked the contents outside. He slammed the door and leaned against it. The scattershot should keep them busy for a while.
His wife came into the hallway drying her hands with a kitchen towel. “Trick or treaters?”
“Yeah, they were gruesome, a nurse, a schoolboy, a plumber and a pilot. There was even an angry villager with a burning torch and pitch fork, can you believe that?”
His wife laughed, her fangs shining in the artificial light. “You’re such a wussy, they’re just kids. And besides have you looked in the mirror lately?”
Tom turned to the mirror. The stiches across his head were all in order and he was just the right shade of greenish grey. He stroked the stubble on his chin. "You’re right honey, I do need a shave.”