Trick or Treat

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Opposite me, with a haunted expression, she opened her suitcase.

All I could think of was ”poor Yorick”, I knew that person very well. It didn’t look like she caught the joke, and just stood there, silently, making my gaze drift to the skull’s evil smirk.

‘Can I help you?’ Finally, I found my voice.

‘More to the point, can I help you?’ She spoke with an edge to her tone. ‘I’m here to warn you, change your ways. Listen to your inner voice and be the better person. Your task, should you choose to ignore it, will be leaving you without purpose.’

I looked around the corner, wondering if my little brother was playing a joke on me – his pranks were getting out of hand. I wasn’t convinced by the skull, plastic, more than bone, he had some weird friends of late.

‘What do I need to do? Be nicer to my little brother? I will if he stops taking my things.’

I’m not easily fooled, but as I turned inside, the figure disappeared, leaving the skull behind. Perhaps I should be?

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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