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NOT A TREAT A chill city mist rolled silently down a dark road punctuated by a tight group of loud children with Halloween flashlights. Two furtive figures waited in the shadows. "So long has he been in there?" one of them said. He looked over carefully for any movement in their targeted house. "Relax, that's his problem. He left us out here. Just to keep watch. Nothing else, he said. That was nice of him." "How long does it takes to wave a gun and duck-tape an old couple and put the good stuff in a bag? We should have gone in with him. Something is going wrong in there." "You mean duct-tape?" "I like ducks" It was then that the house lights went off, all of them. The evening was cut through by a single long scream, like the kind they have heard before, too many times. And then nothing. "We've got to go in." Now they were at the door. It was strangely quiet and all-in-darkness. There followed one of those surreal moments that might only happen once in a lifetime. They put on their masks, rang the doorbell, and waited. After a while, a long while, a light came on again but it was not their co-conspirator that came to the door but the little-old-lady of the house. "Come in out of the cold," she said. "We've been waiting for you." As they led them through to the back room her husband gestured as if there was no hurry in the world. "No, don't tell them," she said ever-so-quietly to her husband. "If we tell them it won't be a surprise." end
Not a Treat was published in Red Fez, Issue 94 2016.
NOT A TREAT A chill city mist rolled silently down a dark road punctuated by a tight group of loud children with Halloween flashlights. Two furtive figures waited in the shadows. "So long has he been in there?" one of them said. He looked over carefully for any movement in their targeted house. "Relax, that's his problem. He left us out here. Just to keep watch. Nothing else, he said. That was nice of him." "How long does it takes to wave a gun and duck-tape an old couple and put the good stuff in a bag? We should have gone in with him. Something is going wrong in there." "You mean duct-tape?" "I like ducks" It was then that the house lights went off, all of them. The evening was cut through by a single long scream, like the kind they have heard before, too many times. And then nothing. "We've got to go in." Now they were at the door. It was strangely quiet and all-in- darkness. There followed one of those surreal moments that might only happen once in a lifetime. They put on their masks, rang the doorbell, and waited. After a while, a long while, a light came on again but it was not their co-conspirator that came to the door but the little-old-lady of the house. "Come in out of the cold," she said. "We've been waiting for you." As they led them through to the back room her husband gestured as if there was no hurry in the world. "No, don't tell them," she said ever-so-quietly to her husband. "If we tell them it won't be a surprise." end Not a Treat was published in Red Fez, Issue 94, 2016.
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