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https://us.123rf.com/450wm/Prometeus/Prometeus1508/Prometeus150800012/43156028-venetian-masquerade-carnival-elegant-lady-wearing-beautiful-lush-dress-and-venetian-mask-stands-in-a.jpg?ver=6Carol had purchased five tubes of glitter. It was silvery-blue, like the one she had so often imagined adorned the bodies of fairies. She was going all out this year. It might seem as an extravaganza of a costume, but she wanted to feel good and in doing so, she wanted to breathe life into a fantasy. That entailed living it out in full.

But karma has it that some things don’t always turn out the way we imagine them too.

The first clue was when the heel of her shoe broke, while she pranced around the house in her fairy dress to make sure she could walk a sufficient amount of time as a few inches taller than her natural height.

The second was when the hem of the dress got caught at the corner of the living room table, while she was spinning, tearing a very noticeable hole at the bottom of the transparent tulle.

The third was when she noticed that most of the glitter tubes had for some reason cracked open, filling the inside of her shopping bag with a splutter of gluey tinsel.

Carol gave up. She sat on her bed crying at her misfortune. All that time and energy she had spent; all those images she had concocted in her head of her entrance to the masquerade party; it all vanished in a few seconds.

She now no longer had a costume to wear and had lost all desire to join the carnival this year.

A cup of tea and an hour later, nerves calmed and rationale restored, Carol decided to search the attic for a costume. Surely there was something forgotten up there.

She wanted to dress as a fairy, but found something even better – a Venetian princess costume. And with just the right amount of glitter on her chest and shoulders, she embodied the essence of the renaissance itself.

Some things indeed don’t always turn out the way we imagine them too. But sometimes this happens for something even better to occur.

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Glitter

Turn away and slam the door

halloween-cupcakes-e1288184827127Melody was a bit of a hippie at times. She had days were she would only listen to country, and then others when she would abruptly switch to rock – it was exactly like that song said. But mood swings are apparently fitting to every woman, so that wasn’t strange. What truly suffocated Melody though, was the fact that some days she did not feel like singing at all.

It was the days when she felt her frustration with the world mounting inside of her, like a volcano ready to erupt. And it was precisely for that reason that she loved Halloween. Because she could really let it all go.

This year she was invited at a friend’s house for a Halloween party. Costumes were mandatory, and the entire house and yard were decorated with scary face-pumpkins with little candles glowing inside, as well as cobwebs, witch brooms, skeletons and the like. People apparently really like to be scared.

So Melody put on her cowgirl shoes and a western-style hat, but added a touch of Halloween to her makeup – she painted a bullet hole on her left cheek, one that left blood dripping onto her shirt. It was something that left many people impressed at how real it looked. One person even offered to find the first aid box for her.

Melody had been fired from her job this week, finding out the truth behind the saying that even if you work perfectly for 364 days a year, the slip-up on that one day is all you will be remembered for. So tonight, Halloween marked a new beginning too. A time to stop being the good girl she had to be, and conceal her feelings. Staying frozen in one place for too long, would just allow others to strike harder, she thought. So tonight it was time to let it go, turn away and slam the door. And that is exactly what she did.

Halloween enabled her to let her hair down, wear exactly what she wanted and ignore everything that was simply not going her way. After all, tonight was about remembering all those that are no longer with us, and they certainly would not want her depressed about something she has no power over. For Melody, Halloween served as a reminder, that we should enjoy life in its fullest, because it really is too short.

So go on, treat yourself to a festive cupcake and let it all go.

Happy Halloween!

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: No Time to Waste

Things that go “boo” in the night

HalloweenThe preparations had today reached their peak in the Presidential mansion.  Everyone was jostling around excited about tonight. It was All Hallows’ eve (or Halloween if you so wish) and everyone knew this was the scariest yet most exciting night of the year. Because tonight you could be anything you want. You could dress up as your greatest fantasy or biggest nightmare. But for one night you could be someone different. Someone just not you.

At least most people thought so.

Because for Humphrey, today he could be exactly himself and not care. And it was liberating.

As the sun set and preparations for “treat-or-tricking” continued in earnest, Humphrey set off to mingle in the corridors of the orange-lighted mansion.

Everyone, no literally everyone was dressed in costume. The chamber maids were dressed as cabaret girls, the chauffer as the Joker, the gardener as the Riddler, the cooks as circus freaks, the waiters as Minions and even the chef was dressed up as Freddy Krueger. Everyone was getting into the mood. The First Lady who had so elegantly dressed up as a Belle Époque woman had even managed to convince the President to dress up – as a clown…and a scary one for that matter…

“Woa! Cool costume dude!”

“Awesome! So real!”

Humphrey continued to walk the halls, among the rising adrenaline, receiving all the more compliments for his “totally like crazy cool” costume.

He smiled and continued. He kept far away from the kitchen though. Chef Jean-Jacque had declared that his center-piece plate for this year’s Presidential Halloween would be a perfectly round pumpkin carved with eyes, mouth, nose and all! It would be priceless and as he said “unmissable”.

But Humphrey did not care.

He enjoyed all this anticipation, the laughter, the fun in dressing up, the rushing to the door every time the bell rang to give out candy from a filled-up basket lest a trick would be played on the host.  And in general he loved the atmosphere it all created. For one night everyone left everything behind, they were all friends, no foes, united in having a good time. Everything else could wait.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaah!” a scream came from the kitchen, but as it was in the spirit of the night, no one paid particular attention that Chef Jean-Jacque was anxiously searching the kitchen, a large sharpened kitchen knife waving in his right hand. Where on earth had his pumpkin gone? And what would he put now as his centerpiece? His own head? Or another boring vegetable arrangement?  But where did that beautiful pumpkin go?

Humphrey sped up now having reached the wing opposite to the kitchen. He felt safer as far away from there as possible.

“Hiya kid! Great costume!” said the President. Humphrey blushed as he turned around and saw he was in the President’s chambers.

The President buttoned up his clown shirt, straightened his nose and said, “come on, are you ready to go treat-or-tricking?”

Humphrey grabbed his hand and smiled as he looked back in the mirror at his perfectly round pumpkin figure accompanying the President of the US…

Happy Halloween!

 

Also part of Daily Prompt: Trick or Treat?

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