by Lillian Csernica on October 31, 2013
Daily Prompt: Trick or Treat
If bloggers had their own Halloween and could go from blog to blog collecting “treats,” what would your blog hand out?
Only the best for you folks! Dark Chocolate with Whole Hazelnuts is my favorite.
This is my first Halloween in this house, and the first time in twenty years that I’ve lived in a neighborhood where the demographics make lots of trick-or-treaters a probability. So far there have been little tiny kids, six teenage girls all dressed as superheroines (YAY!), various ninjas, and four boys dressed in shabby black carrying pillow cases, God bless their traditional little hearts. There’s a party at the town’s fire station which is manned by volunteer firemen, so I imagine lots of people are there. The air is filled with the sound of children shrieking and parents calling to them, the smell of pumpkins burning thanks to the real candles lighting up the jack-o-lanterns, and the dogs barking because they’re just going nuts.
When I get around to writing my memoirs, Halloween will get its own chapter, if not its own volume. The year Mom told me I was too old to trick-or-treat anymore (I was twelve). The last year I went trick-or-treating for myself (I was twenty-two). The year at church when we threw the “Come as your patron saint/favorite saint” party so our kids would get to dress up and party and eat candy while not being out in the midst of all the blood-soaked hooligans. Then there was the year John first started going out. Chris went with him. From then on, it’s been my job, until this year. My boy is now of an age to go out without his mother tagging along. Michael stayed in, listening to Rock of the ”80s and all the strange stuff happening at our front door.
Just had a little Harlequin boy come barreling down my driveway howling, “I want candy! I want candy!” You have to love such wild-eyed glee. Nice kid, too. Good manners.
One mother held a toddler in a teddy bear suit on her hip. When I offered him the bowl, he went straight for the Hershey’s Chocolate miniature. His mother busted up laughing.
Haven’t seen anything too slinky on the girls so far, but then it is a night in the lonesome October here in the mountains. You wear layers by day and by night or you’re sorry.
Tomorrow I leave for Convolution at the Hyatt in Burlingame. I’m moderating the “Writing Magic Systems for Fantasy” panel, along with the panel on “Wonder Woman and Batgirl: Why aren’t we seeing more superheroine movies?” If you’re there, please find me and say hello.