The alley between the Ice Cream Parlor and the Antique Bookstore
attracted the attention of Christmas Sandor.
It was overgrown and much in need of attention.
Extending into shadows, ending in an unattended garden.
It reeked of another time, one of strife and limited pardon.
A vine-covered ticket box stood in a lefthand position.
Stepping inside the gate, Christmas saw a woman of tempting allure.
With eyes colder than he had ever seen before.
Startled by a huge Crow perched on the gate’s wrought iron beam,
Christmas took a few steps deeper into the alley’s unpleasant stroll.
A Penguin in the ticket house asked, “You here for the seven souls?”
Daring an answer, Christmas said lamely, “No, I came for the ice cream.”
The Crow squawked, “Take the souls and run before it’s too late,
If she takes you in, the count will be eight.”
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
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Just write for Halloween .. and just ripe for the plucking .. excuse me while I go check that I locked all the doors and the windows & have stuffed a pitchfork up the chimney before retiring .. Neville 👻🦇🦇
Thanks, Neville. Tis the season of the witch.
lol brilliant. Getting in the mood for spook season dearest Jerry? Or maybe just the elections lol 🌹
Thanks, Teddy. Both - Just hung some seasonal lights. Have a flag in a flower basket out front with one bloom left. Let's all hope she wins.
Hoping for every American ❤️
Great write
Thanks, Tony.
You're welcome
Spooky, and dark a tale for October. Nicely worded and constructed
Thanks, SB
Quite clever and wonderful imagery, amusing as hell. Nice work.
Thanks, Dan.
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