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Short and Sweet

This week is very short. We are getting ready for Christmas as a family, planning to celebrate Yule with some friends, just normal stuff.

Oh yeah, and my water line broke.

I don’t know about the rest of you, but I detest digging holes. I have no interest in carving through Indiana clay for the three feet that keeps my off of the actual water line.

I do have a new idea for my farm though, so if anyone knows anything about clay mining, I would love to hear from you.

This crap sticks to everything.

I was so happy to be digging and then filling that hole back in that I could have urinated rainbows and defecated lolly-pops.

After typing that, I will now have to give a creepy smile every time I offer someone candy.

L. E. White


The kids are getting ready to go out for the night. Putting on wigs and makeup. They have empty bags and hopeful expressions. Each one is ready to say those three little words that will make tonight magical.

“Trick or Treat.”

Behind closed doors, parents and little old women are filling baskets with sweets of one sort of another. Most of them consider this a perfect chance to see everyone out having a good time.

I am sitting with my basket. I am looking at a photo of my child, the round faced little girl who I brought into this world.

They teased her. Called her names and treated her like dirt. They were real monsters, their actions made them worse than the costumes they will put on tonight.

She was so kind. I remember watching her nurse baby birds and bunnies as I pick up another candy bar and stick the hypodermic needle into it.

I remember walking out to the tree house to call her in to dinner. The warm summer night after she had went to the county fair. She wanted to run around by herself, a little bit of independence for a girl who had just reached double digits in age.

I remember see her hanging from the rope. I will never forget that.

The note didn’t say anything, it just asked why everyone hated her.

As I push the plunger, and one CC of the liquid slides into the candy, I smile.

Every child that rings my bell and says, “Trick or Treat”, is going to wonder why I laugh, hold out the bowl and say to them.



Categories: Flash Fiction, Horror, Random
  1. December 7, 2012 at 10:21 AM

    Creepy and very effective. I feel both empathy for your character and horror at what she’s doing — which means you’re doing a great job! Nice work!

    • December 7, 2012 at 10:25 AM

      Thank you. It is always nice to know what people thought of my work. I appreciate it.

  2. December 9, 2012 at 9:58 PM

    That’s the thing about bullying — it escalates…

    Very well rendered.

    • December 9, 2012 at 10:41 PM

      Thank you. I appreciate the compliment. BTW, I will be having a read through your blog in the next few.

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