Since October, the month of Halloween, is here. I thought I’d re-post my Halloween flash fiction.
The headlight beams reveal Jackie waiting for me as I pull up in my Mom’s convertible. I don’t know what Jackie’s costume is supposed to be, but it doesn’t cover much. I’m dressed as Captain Jack Sparrow—Jackie has a thing for Johnny Depp and I’m not above taking advantage of it.
“I like the costume,” she says with her trademark half-smile.
“I like yours too.”
When we drive past Hoover High, she turns to me. “I didn’t think you actually wanted to go to that lame party in the gym.”
“I had to say we were going there; my Mom was in the room when I called.”
I park the car on a grassy overlook, and open the top to the stars. Jackie is on me in a flash. Wow, I thought I would need to at least break out my smuggled Keystone Light. When I cop a feel, she just presses in closer and kisses me harder.
“Damn, you’re sexy in that outfit,” she coos when she comes up for air.
A bundle of hissing black fur flies out of the back seat like it’s being shot from a potato cannon. It clamps onto Jackie’s head like an alien face-hugger, and Jackie bolts into the night, screaming.
The black cat trots back to the car from where Jackie disappeared. She hops into the passenger seat, and transforms back into a woman—Mom.
“Home.” Her voice is colder than liquid nitrogen.
It’s hard being a son of a witch.
Happy Halloween Season.