He was homesick as he approached town. It was Halloween, and he was home again, for a while.
The wind blew leaves like brittle insects across driveways; dark clouds scuttled across the face of the moon. Last year, here, something dark and terrible had taken him away; now he was allowed to return.
Children made the Trick-or-Treat rounds; the town became quiet, and he returned to his new home. He stood before the gravestone with his name; he turned to smoke and sank into his grave with a long sigh, hoping he would be allowed to return home again next Halloween.
The wind blew leaves like brittle insects across driveways; dark clouds scuttled across the face of the moon. Last year, here, something dark and terrible had taken him away; now he was allowed to return.
Children made the Trick-or-Treat rounds; the town became quiet, and he returned to his new home. He stood before the gravestone with his name; he turned to smoke and sank into his grave with a long sigh, hoping he would be allowed to return home again next Halloween.
