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Date Posted: 20:54:13 10/30/03 Thu
Author: reflectionofthenight
Subject: Part 5
In reply to: reflectionofthenight 's message, "A Halloween Tale - PG-13 (language)" on 12:01:58 10/26/03 Sun

At the end of the block I stood in the shadows and waited for Jason and Jack Sparrow to make their way up towards me. It was peaceful in the shadows, away from the light. The crowd seemed surreal, a time-lapse film of motion and sound that was muffled and distorted by the costume I wore.

I rummaged absently in the pillowcases they had left with me for safekeeping. I could have sworn that there was another couple of Reeses in Jason’s bag.

A shadow crossed in front of me and I held out a Baby Ruth bar that I had picked out by mistake with my purple paw.

“Candy?”

“Thank you.” The voice was quiet, yet resonated with a smooth, smoky quality that sent little shivers down my spine and raised a few of the hairs on the back of my neck.

Eager to catch a glimpse of the face that belonged to that voice I raised my head a little too quickly and the damn purple headpiece slipped down to cover my eyes.

“Damn it!”

“Here, let me help you.”

Oooh, that voice was wonderful. Molasses. Honey. Caramel. Velvet and Melted Candlewax. All of my favorite things. Even more wonderful were the muscular arms that suddenly encircled me in an effort to help me regain my balance.

I swayed slightly, trapped in the bulk of the purple, padded monster. The mask was still covering my eyes but I was sneaking an appreciative sniff of Mr. Smoky Voice and didn’t care. Good voice, good muscles, good smell. The evening was looking up.

Being the conscientious Aunt and licensed chocoholic that I was I had managed not to drop the pillowcases left in my care. I held one in each paw, using them as counterweights in an attempt to balance myself.

“You dropped your flashlight.”

Never one to turn down a free show I cursed my sister, this costume and most of the available gods in the Tri-City area as I realized my new friend was bending over and the mask was still covering most of my face and eyes.

I angled my head and contorted my face to try to look beyond the costume when another breezy gust of October air hit my tail rudder with full force. Already off balance that was all it took to capsize and down I went. Somehow managing to knock my new friend over in the process.

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