Just as the mountains knew no Spring, they knew no Autumn too. It was as if by magic a few days before Halloween; the leaves changed colors and dropped in droves to litter the ground. Winter, while not a true welcome to the months it rules, has seized the seasonal throne, and it’s icy rule begins in earnest. November has brought winter with it. No longer content to wait in the shadows for a Thanksgiving coup, or even the first of December, the first true month of winter. The mountains are witnessing a prelude to the frigid months ahead of them. Temperatures dropped during the day suddenly, going from breeze filled 60s to 50s, and even 40s.
If September is the dawn of the Harvest season, October is the day. The full swing, the full bloom, the full circle of the Harvest season. The days are shortening in the mountains. Not by the time of the clocks, but the by time the sun sits in the sky. The fiery sphere retires early at this time of year. The mountains feel a chill once it retires, and even as it takes its seat the following the day. As hints of color creep into the leaves, an Autumn wind carries the first casualties to their final resting place.
Spring never arrived. The time passed, and Winter tried many a coup to regain the seasonal throne. The pastel hues went missing, as did the gradual increase in heat. Instead, as if on a whim one day in June, one looks out across the hills and valleys. The mountains have shade from the hot sun thanks to a vibrant sea of green covering the land.
On a warm summer night in the mountains, you can smell the coming storm. Like the smell of fresh cut grass in the twilight hour between day and night, the smell of a summer storm is distinct to the season. You can look out the window and see the signs a storm has come and gone. Open the window and you’ll know if it plans to return. When the sun rules the sky, there’s a plethora of distractions. Eyes dart from one to the other and back again. The other senses find themselves ignored. The smells of summer are present, but subdued under a warm summer sun. A storm can arrive without notice to spoil the day’s activities like an uninvited guest knocking on the door as you sit down at the dining room table.
A few years ago, in October 2015 I entered a flash fiction contest. There was a word limit, as well as, if memory serves the first sentence. From this contest came a what I can only call “a haunted love story.” I don’t write a lot of ghostly tales, and I certainly am not in the habit of writing ghost stories. Yet, I did both in the same piece. I don’t know what came over me. A year later I wrote a poem based on the story. As Halloween rolls around again this year, it’s become a tradition that I post both the flash fiction piece, Christina: A Haunted Love Story, and the accompanying poem, Christina (Love Poem to a Ghost.) I’ve combined the two in a single piece this year, with the original story followed by the poem. I hope you’ll read them both and enjoy them. Happy Halloween.
Here’s what I was up to this week. The week begins with a humorous poem, dark humor, A Request from a Medical School Cannibal (Halloween 2018)A Request from a Medical School Cannibal (Halloween 2018). A piece of flash fiction prose loaded with dark humor, A Comedy to Die For (Halloween 2018). A beloved children’s book review, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (1981) Review. There’s my sports piece, College Football Week 8 Preview. For some Halloween fun for all the old school wrestling fans, I have The Undertaker: The Face of Fear (1994) Review. Click the image or the title to read the piece. If you like it, click the like the button, and if you feel inclined, leave me a comment. All feedback is welcome. I post a nice eclectic mix. Be sure to click the follow button so you don’t miss anything.
“I had a dream, and I was dead.”
“You are dead.”
“Yeah, for like 200 years.”
“Well, don’t I feel silly. How’d I die?”
Here’s what I was up to this week. A spooky, witchy little poem called The House Back in the Hollow (Halloween 2018). An original tale of flash fiction terror, complete with cover art, The Cat’s Eye (Halloween 2018). There’s a book related piece, Scary Stories Treasury (2004) Preview. The week ends with a sports piece, College Football Week 7 Preview. Click the image or the title to read the piece. If you like it, click the like the button, and if you feel inclined, leave me a comment. All feedback is welcome. I post a nice eclectic mix. Be sure to click the follow button so you don’t miss anything.
I knew what I was staring into from the moment I saw it. Not only that, but I knew what was staring back at me. I can’t describe the sensation, a mix of unadulterated terror and impending doom. It starts in your feet. They can’t move. Won’t move. Frozen in fear and you’re powerless to overcome it. You need to force them to move, but you can’t. It’s far too late because this sensation has got a complete hold on you. Rising from your feet and climbing your spine, and at each vertebra an electrical pulse shoots out to chill the blood and make the hair on your arms and back of the neck stand at attention. Once it hits the throat, something stays there. You want to swallow, need to swallow, but you can’t do it when your mouth’s dry as dust. You can’t do anything at all, but stand ignorant to everything else around you. Well, almost everything.
Here’s what I was up to this week. I paired my weekly poem with the flash fiction piece it sprang from in Halloween Horror 2017 – Christina (A Haunted Love Story & Love Poem to a Ghost.) I read another book this month and give my thoughts in Rosemary’s Baby (1967) Review. The ninth week of the 2017 college football season gets previewed. I finished the week with a film pairing, Rosemary’s Baby (1968) Review. Click the image or the title to read the piece. If you like it, click the like the button, and if you feel inclined, leave me a comment. All feedback is welcome. I post a nice eclectic mix. Be sure to click the follow button so you don’t miss anything.