100WW — Halloween Party

img_2855“This is the best Halloween party I’ve ever been to,” Barry said.

“No bones about it,” Barbara agreed. “Look, there’s Melanie.”

“Oh my God,” Barry said. “She’s lost so much weight since we last saw her. She’s just skin and bones.”

Melanie joined the couple. “Hey, you two, do you like my costume?”

“How fitting, Melanie,” Barbara said, “that you’d dress as a wicked witch.”

“Retract your claws, Catwoman,” Melanie said.

The party’s host let out a bloodcurdling scream. “It’s almost the bewitching hour,” she announced.

“That’s our signal to head back to the cemetery until next Halloween,” Barry said.

(100 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: NeONBRAND.

And for these one-word prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (weight), Ragtag Daily Prompt (costume), Your Daily Word Prompt (wicked), Word of the Day Challenge (bloodcurdling), and Daily Addictions (signal).

Photo Challenge — Lucky to be Alive

A3882195-0184-4854-B245-E37184CF5153Detectives Morrisey and Hayden were the first to respond to the 9-1-1 call. The building superintendent met the two detectives in the lobby and led them up to the apartment where the neighbor who made the emergency call was waiting to meet them. They heard the sounds coming from within the flat — alternating whimpers and screams. Morrisey ordered the super to unlock the door, which he did. Upon entering the apartment, the two detectives followed the sounds to the bathroom.

“Jesus H. Christ!” Hayden exclaimed as the two men stepped into the small bathroom. The woman in the bathtub full of ice water was almost blue. She looked up at them with pure fright in her eyes. “We’re the police,” Hayden said. “We’re here to help you.” He started to reach down into the tub to pull her out when Morrisey stopped him.

“Don’t move her,” Morrisey said. “I’ve seen something like this before. We need to get the paramedics out here if we’re going to save her life. Call a bus,” he ordered.

Hayden called for an ambulance. “What is it?” he asked his partner.

Morrisey looked at the young woman in the tub. “Can you hear me?” he asked. She nodded. “I know you’re cold and miserable, but we can’t take you out of the tub. Do you remember how you got here?” She shook her head, indicating that she did not. “Can you talk?” he asked.

“I’m so cold,” she said in barely a whisper.

“I know,” Morrisey said in a soothing voice, “but we can’t move you. The paramedics are on their way. What’s your name?”

“I’m Jan,” she said.

“Hi, Jan. I’m Jim. Do you know how you got here?”

She shook her head no.

“What is the last thing you do remember?” He asked.

“I was at a Halloween party,” she answered quietly, her voice shaky. “I had a lot to drink and was feeling a little tipsy.”

“Did you go to the party alone or were you with someone?” Morrisey asked.

“I went with a few girlfriends from work,” she answered. “The party was being thrown by a boyfriend of one of them.” She was silent for a moment. “I remember talking to this guy who was dressed as Dracula. I thought it was strange when he asked me what my blood type was, but I figured that he was just being in character. Then he started telling me about his mother who was very ill and was on the waiting list for a kidney transplant, but her prognosis was poor.”

“Go on,” Morrisey said.

“That’s it,” she said. “The next thing I remember was waking up here, unable to move.”

Hayden called in from the other room. “The paramedics are here.”

Morrisey turned to the woman. “These men will get you out of here and take you to the hospital, Jan. You’ll be okay, I promise.”

Morrisey stepped out of the bathroom to give the paramedics room to get Jan out of the tub so they could get her to the ambulance. On the way out of the apartment, one of the paramedics whispered something to Morrisey. “I thought so,” Morrisey responded.

“So what’s the deal?” Hayden asked.

“Some guy dressed liked Dracula at a Halloween party last night drugged her, brought her to this fleabag place and harvested a kidney,” Morrisey said. “She’ll make it, but she’s lucky to be alive.”


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Kayla Erin.

The Rebel Wannabe

928B5088-01A4-4817-BCFF-876168F79A11The year was 1956 and the times were changing rapidly. Rock ‘n Roll music had taken over the radio waves. Fast cars and leather jackets were in; the Ivy League, clean cut, boy-next-door look was out. Andrew was having trouble adjusting to this strange new world.

His girlfriend, Gloria, told him that she was breaking up with him because he was too nice of a guy. She admitted that she was attracted to bad boys, and he was anything but a bad boy. So, in order to try to win her back, Andrew decided to make himself over and to model his new persona after James Dean in the movie “Rebel Without A Cause.”

He bought a leather jacket, the tightest fitting blue jeans he could fit into, and a pair of motorcycle boots. He bought a carton of cigarettes and taught himself how to smoke. He wore only white t-shirts so he could carry his pack of Marlboros in his rolled-up sleeve. He got Brylcreem hair grease, slicked his hair back into a ducktail style, and began to walk with a bad boy swagger.

He would have bought a motorcycle or a souped-up hot rod if he had had enough money, but he did not.

After practicing his rebel demeanor for a week, Andrew called Gloria and asked her to meet him at the local car-hop drive in restaurant. She reluctantly agreed.

When he saw Gloria’s car pull up, he slowly sauntered over to where she had parked and leaned into the driver’s side window. “Hey, baby, how do you like the new me? I’m a real bad boy now, aren’t I, bitch?”

Gloria looked at Andrew and shook her head from side to side. “Yeah, Andrew, you’re looking bad to the bone, all right. Your costume will look great our next Halloween party.”


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “rebel.”

Other Than That, Though

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Everyone was looking forward to the fun-filled evening. Family and friends would shortly be gathering in the backyard for the annual Halloween bonfire.

Jack had placed a dozen or so chairs around the large, above-ground, metal firepit into which Stephen had stacked the nicely aged logs on top of kindling sticks and easily got the large fire started.

Maureen filled the cooler with ice. Mike tapped the keg. Frank stocked the patio bar with the liquor, various mixers, and the wine.

People started showing up decked out in their colorful and creative Halloween costumes shortly after 9:00 and by around 10:30 there must have been around two dozen revelers filling the yard.

Tommy’s job was to keep the fire blazing, both for warmth and for light. But he’d been drinking heavily since the party started. Maureen was the first to notice that the fire was fading. She looked around for Tommy and finally found him standing by himself nursing a beer and smoking a joint next to the house.

Maureen walked over to Tommy and pointed out that he needed to tend to the fire. He shot her a dirty look for interrupting his solo reverie, but went to the garage to get some more kindling and logs. Unfortunately, there was no kindling left. So he threw half a dozen logs into the wheelbarrow and wheeled them out to the firepit.

He took four of the logs and tossed them haphazardly into the pit. He pulled out his Zippo lighter, flicked the flame on, and tried to get the logs to catch fire. But he couldn’t get the fire going again.

In his state, Tommy probably should have asked one of the others for some help, but he was quite inebriated and stoned, which is why he didn’t. Instead, he figured out a way on his own. He headed back to the garage and found the can of Kingsford Charcoal Lighter Fluid that the family used for the barbecue grill.

Excited, Tommy ran back out to the firepit, opened up the can of lighter fluid, and sprayed it liberally all over the four logs. He then took out his Zippo, flicked on the flame, and touched it against the nearest of the four logs.

The instant the small flame from the lighter pressed up against the lighter-fluid drenched log, the explosion of flames engulfed Tommy.

Other than that, though, it was a good Halloween party.


This post is for this week’s photo prompt from Sue Vincent.