With a large bag of candies for giveaways Suki started her reversal of direction and headed for home. She left her two sisters in charge of the store. It wasn’t so much about Halloween as it was about the air, the wind, the leaves, the sun and moon and the glee.
Suki got back home well before the setting sun, which was pretty much how she planned the festive singular event. She hoisted the old wooden chair on her shoulder and carried it to the middle of the dirt road and set the chair down secure still after many times of usage and stepped onto the seat. She reached up for a limb and tied a soon floating balloon inside her carefully knitted bag. She stepped off the chair and placed it behind the tree trunk.
Joyfully, Suki ran to the house and returned with a long tailed coat and additional candies left over from the previous years. She hung the candy canes on the limbs she could easily reach and then tossed up the canes into the limbs of the tree which caught on to about two limbs with every other throw.
As the sun began to set and the wind began its movements of the tree she smiled as she put on her coat. Soon everything was in motion as planned. She could hear laughter and giggling coming down the road. The tree limbs swished back and forth, candies began dropping, and the giggles of the children and perhaps their parents drew near. They poked what they could at the floating balloon, but couldn’t bring it down. The assumption was that is was filled with goodies, but it wasn’t.
Although the children ceased walking in the wind, light rain and laughing, Suki smiled and cried a little bit as she wrapped her arms around herself and recalled the loss of her grandfather five years before. They had laughed all the time and their time together on Halloween was special . . . very special. Although her name was Susan, he called her Suki . . . and the name stuck.
jordan says
I find your short stories fascinating. You are a writer and have an obviously fertile imagination. I would like to know if your stories are based upon actual people and actual incidents.
PS. Have you ever compiled your stories not a book?