“Wife’s creativity.” Al chuckled, setting out carved pumpkins.
“She okay? Alice avoids the kitchen after sunset,” Tony grimaced.
“Funny, Barb too. Imagines scary cabbage heads at our window.”
Hallowe’en evening, the husbands returned early from work. Dinnertime progressed smoothly. Their wives happily greeted trick-or-treaters, handing out sweets.
Frost warped Barb’s pumpkins overnight. On Tony’s lawn, a cabbage had settled with a stick poking through. Black smiling lips quivered above its green face. Same shade of green stuck on the soles of Al’s shoes.
A skeleton hanging nearby jived to the beat of the wind.