Six broken heartstrings
and one bucketful of lies:
the price of a smile.
The Great Alberta Ghost Caper
Chapter 1: Halloween Plots
Backyard of Matthew's Residence
He watched them from his place in the shadows, his heart racing with excitement as he watched them play. A wolfish grin spread out over his face; they had no idea that he was even here watching them and that was all to the good. After all, what Halloween prank ever goes off smoothly when the ones who are to be pranked know that its coming? Surprise, he had discovered, was the best offence!
The young girl and boy, accompanied by their loyal canine companion, played happily in the sandbox, trilling gaily as the young boy, Newfoundland, was particularly successful in making one of the best sand castles that his female companion, Nunavut, found particularly impressive. All the while the children were blissfully unaware that he was even there, watching them silently from his shadowy corner.
This is what he lived for every Halloween: the opportunity to play his annual prank on his b
to whom i know well ofwould we be partners in crime?
avenge those who tread water for living?
untame the somber widows?
or would we just reside within the rhetorical absolution?
(we're no vigilante)
would we romance over each other's anonymous conspiracies?
weaving for gold and betting on growing odds?
hoping for some coherent proximity in the shadow of sanity?
or would we be an inconspicuous exit in the search for fallacies?
(we're you and me. we are.)
would we subside into the cocktail together?
visit during the frequent sentience?
sleep on those religious crises?
or would we be the same, but not quite?
(I weep with questions, do you feel me?)