Genres: Fantasy, Modern Fantasy
Cast of Wonders 709: The Last Halloween, The Halloweens After
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Image by Майя Щедрина from Pixabay
The Last Halloween, The Halloweens After
by Daniel Roop
The COVID Halloween of 2020 had been the saddest, weirdest Halloween of my life. Every year prior to the virus, the streets of our neighborhood had been packed sardine-tight with face-painted toddlers, plastic-masked elementary-aged goblins, and harried, hustling parents bumping into one another, apologizing in a huff, weaving through the crowds to keep up with their candy-crazed children.
But the COVID year had been different, with less than half the people out, and everyone keeping their distance. Mrs. Jenkins, who always gave out full-size candy bars, wouldn’t let the virus ruin her tradition, but she wasn’t taking any chances. She’d had her husband construct a long, makeshift chute from their upstairs bedroom window to the end of the driveway. Kids would line up, Mrs. Jenkins yelling at them to stay six feet apart, their bags stretched open at the red plastic slide’s end while she’d sent Twix and Snickers tumbling down. Mr. Pittman, 50 years old at least, white, and balding, had donned a Lakers jersey and stood on his front porch. He’d made kids stand near his mailbox, while he’d tried to shoot Twizzlers and Whoppers into their bag, yelling, “Kobe!” before each inevitable miss. As they’d picked up their dented candy, he’d yelled, “Good hustle! Way to rebound!”
It had been a surreal night, but I remember it fondly, since that was the last year my older sister Quinn took me trick-or-treating. I was eleven, she was seventeen, and she took me only because my dad had insisted. Mom was in the hospital, no visitors allowed thanks to the virus, and Dad, while determined I wouldn’t miss the holiday, was beyond busy with his plumbing business and keeping the house running. So, Quinn drew the short straw, which she was gracious enough to remind me of only a few times that night. I dressed up as Rey, and despite Quinn’s occasional grumbling, she did an amazing job fixing me up with that impossible Jakku hairstyle. I was Rey, and Quinn was, in her words, “Rose’s put-upon sister who’s too cool, and too busy, and too mature, to dress the hell up for Skittles.” (Continue Reading…)
