Halloween Two

Story One

She was the one. He knew it. His mama once said the moment would come when he would know it. Four years gone and he knew he would ask, after dinner atop the quaint castle. He knew she would be thrilled, and would cry shyly, and afterwards their lives would begin; in romantic bliss.  But that hazy night, as a hurricane rocked the county, as windows got engulfed in the winds, as hopes and dreams flew across the city, as giant roofs came crashing down, he slipped, but held unto the edge of the porch pillar, his legs dangling in the wind.

‘Marry me,’ he screamed.

She stared down at him, a vague shadowy look, and stared past him.

His fingers shook, his voice trembled, but again he screamed, ‘Marry me.’

She came closer, her face breaking into a shrewd smile.

His legs wobbled, his heart raced and he slipped further; minutes before they were cooing in each other’s ears.

Shaking him off the brick, she turned away and fled into the night, her hair and clothes swaying, as he screamed all the way to his death.

Story Two

‘I wanna go with you across the country,’ she said, nuzzling up, breathing in his warmth.

‘Then let’s go across the country,’ he said, bending over, breathing in her warmth.

So they went you know across the country, in a plane he bought the summer before. Day after night they stayed together, planning to make it their best ever.

But the plane burst into flames as it soared, and while their ashes and screams scattered by and by, a shroud of smoke billowed above the scene, as if watching over the ruin and their spirits.

Happy Halloween.