Alas,
Poor Gerald by Deborah Holt Williams (Lucky)
My husband Gerald said I shouldn’t celebrate Halloween this year. “Why can’t you be like the other wives?” he asked. Bah! He knew what I was when he married me. And up until this year when we moved to Suburbia, he’s always accepted that, on this one special night, I can be who I truly am. Go a little batty! Reach for the skies! But now, he wants me to blend in with our boring neighbors. Stay home and hand out candy to greedy brats in Kmart costumes and surly teens who don’t even dress up. Not my cup of brew, Gerald, thank you very much. Ah, Gerald. Poor Gerald. You never saw it coming, blessed be. But you’ll make a lovely decoration for the front porch. Gotta fly!
So funny! Never try to stop a witchy woman from celebrating Halloween! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jolene! I'm glad you were able to find my blog. It gives some people trouble, I guess. Gremlins!
DeleteHaha love how she's so nonchalant about her evil deed, never frills a witch dear Gerald. Thanks so much for entering the Fall Writing Frenzy with such an entertaining Halloween story.
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
Kaitlyn Sanchez
Cross* not frills lol
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