No One Came

Each year candy is purchased, pumpkins are carved and lit, lights are turned on, and a happy somewhatfortyplus lady in waiting sits, waiting and waiting and waiting. No one comes. The door bell does not ring. Head lights don't venture up the long dark driveway. Voices are not heard in unison shouting "Trick or Treat!" No one comes. A friend calls to say 42 kids have already been to her house. She lives in the well lit town; I live in the dark and spooky country.

Trick and treating hours have been set in this Chicagoland area, and range from 4:00 to 8:00 p.m. CDT. It is now 8:40 p.m. A $12 five pound bag of assorted candy bars, purchased at Costco, sits undisturbed, missing only those eaten by the somewhatfortyplus husband. One more year of no monster mash. No goblins or vampires. Good thing I can remember Jack dancing and singing to "The Monster Mash" on stage a few years ago. Thanks Jack. Tell them Boris sent you......

Photo Attribution: somewhatfrank