The Fairy Ring
Tonight is Halloween. One step light, one step heavy, swinging uncontrollably from left to right I started walking home late after a night's revelling at the pub dressing as Count Dracula's bride. I refused a lift from a mate because I didn't want to risk the chance of throwing up in my amigo's new Mercedes. Besides, I felt extra foolhardy and adventurous after the countless shots I put away in my hollowed legs that I challenged everyone for a sleepover at a cemetery but no one was up for it. At my age, it seems most of my companions' sole ambition is to be dull and unassuming. Father always told me to blend in with the crowd for security reasons. But father was not here. On top of that, I must have walked this path a thousand times and know it like the back of my hand. I could walk home backwards with my eyes shut and I never felt I had the need to fear anything at all, in light or the shadows.