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Saturday, October 31, 2020

HALLOWEEN....Day Thirty-One

 

So since today’s the last day of October and Halloween month, I thought I’d include the first Clarisse story from few years back. 
I am keeping this short today.  I know many of you may have holiday plans; I do. I’m not sure what I’ll be doing after I go to breakfast but I do know I need to drop off treats to a few people later (well two bartenders).  I’ve enjoyed doing my challenge words this month. Today’s word of course is HALLOWEEN.  I did an acrostic and a verse. The verse focuses on attire worn.  The acrostic on the day itself.  Hope you enjoyed the thirty-one days of Halloween.  Keep checking back for future posts. 
Who knows what new glimpses you may find in the life of Madison, Austin, Sarah and Sean in the upcoming holiday.  
       HAPPY HALLOWEEN 
Until next time....enjoy your day; don’t over indulge in all that Halloween candy and as always Stay Safe. 


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             HALLOWEEN ATTIRE 
            © Scottie-ann Murphy

Halloween is finally here at last 
One of my favorite days of the year
I plan to dress in a funky outfit 
Then go out and do errands 
Actually I will not be dressed any different 
    from any other day for me
I just won’t get odd looks from people I 
        encounter 
Do I care what people think....no I do not 
I do know though that only on Halloween
     Day 
Many will consider my outfit normal holiday 
      attire 

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              HALLOWEEN HOLIDAY 
             © Scottie-ann Murphy 
How fast October seemed to have sped by 

And now another Halloween holiday has 
       arrived 

Last day of the month; a new month starts 
       tomorrow 

Little beggars going house to house
    tonight under a full moon sky 

Oh how they scurry along on their mission 

Wandering the streets of the  
     neighborhoods knocking on doors 

Each hope for a tasty treat and not a nasty 
     trick

Every year I patiently wait with a bowl of 
     treats 

No one comes to my door so I eat them 
      myself 

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           PERKING UP THE SPIRITS

             ©Scottie-ann Murphy

Swoosh. Under a starry moonlit sky, Clarisse rushed off like a gust of wind; a perfect autumn night clear, crisp and a tad on the chilly side. She had donned her cloak to keep warm. On her way to meet with friends for a night of fun, drinks and dancing the night away, Clarisse could hardly wait to arrive at the club. After her hectic week at work, she needed to unwind and regenerate her troubled soul. 
Although being the youngest in her circle of friends, Clarisse appeared older at times. She dressed in vintage and retro-styled attire and preferred to drive a stick instead of an automatic. 
As she drove on she could not help noticing how the full moon had cast eerie shadows on the ground. The month, after all, being October when all things strange and bizarre occurred. Clarisse enjoyed this month; not only because her birthday came in October, but because her favorite holiday celebrated….Halloween. Clarisse enjoyed watching horror movies, going to haunted houses, taking spooky hay rides and walking through corn mazes. She considered some of the holiday entertainment lame but she kept her opinions to herself.
Clarisse thought about what could possibly transpire that evening at her favorite haunt The Frank-n-Stein Dive. 
She wondered if she would meet anyone of interest to hold tight when she danced. Would Mr. Right be waiting or just Mr. Right Now? The only current male in her life the past few months was Toby, her black feline. As she continued her journey, she salivated as she pictured holding a goblet of Hag O’Brew in her hand. The blood red colored drink made with cranberries, raspberries, cherries and other ingredients would hit the spot and perk her spirits.
Approaching Crow Street, Clarisse noticed only a few parking places left in front of the club. She zoomed in for a landing at the curb, jumped off her broom then placed it against the parking meter. Circling her right index finger three times clockwise and chanting an incantation, the broom entwined with the meter. Only she could break the spell to retrieve her ride when the evening ended. Another chant and one counter clockwise circle of the finger, produced five hours of meter time.
Clarisse walked to the door of the building, the greeter said hello as he held open the door. She noticed his pearly whites gleaming in the darkened night. Once inside, she made her way down the hall to the coat check area, handed her wrap to the attendant and waited for her claim ticket. Clarisse stood mesmerized by the ruby eyes embedded in the silver skull that hung on the velvet ribbon around the attendant’s neck. She made a mental note to inquire where the woman purchased such an intriguing piece of jewelry. 
Clarisse took the claim check from the young woman put it in her black velvet bag and walked through the dimly lit corridor to the night club area. Music from the band penetrated her ears. The quintet for the evening, The Bat Viper Five, was playing their new song, “Just a Nibble on the Wrist.” Clarisse hoped they would play that slow haunting melody again during the evening when she had a willing dance partner. She stood at the main room entrance and looked around for her friends. She spotted Darcella and Magalene at a table near the back. Two monstrous brutes sat with them. Darcella waved once she saw Clarisse maneuvering to the rear of the room through a maze of tables 
“Hello” a deep voice said behind Clarisse. She stopped dead in her tracks. The man bent down seductively whispering in her ear, “Will you save the last dance for me?”
Clarisse could feel the man’s hot breath on her neck. She felt as if she were on fire. She turned to face him. Staring up in the dark blue eyes of the handsome man, she did not answer his question, but gave him an alluring smile. Doing an about face she continued heading toward her friends. 
She took five steps stopped abruptly and turned around. The man had moved on to his next victim. Clarisse chuckled to herself and wonder how many unwilling suspects that evening Count Vronski would try to pick up using that cheesy line.





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