Ingesting an alcohol pill containing enough units to ensure a buoyant mood at the party, I marvelled at my Halloween costume. Adorned with an inordinately bushy beard, thick-rimmed spectacles, breath-constricting jeans and tweed brogues, my vision of someone dubbed a ‘hipster’ from the olden days was my scariest effort yet.
Fee Johnstone is a managing editor of a medical journal who favours cats, craft beer, and cheese over most other things.
My granddaughter announced that she will be Superman’s daughter this year.
I ask what kind of costume she plans to wear.
Her dad will dress up as Superman and she’ll collect the candy!
There’s some distance between her new front teeth, so that when she smiles she’s a pumpkin.
Marian Brooks has recently retired and found some time to write short fiction. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband.
Editor: This true story was too cute not to share. Happy Halloween! Be safe and have fun, everyone.
Jeff said it was a silly toy. It was a wooden gun from my halloween costume. I went as a pirate that year.
Jeff always laughed at me. He said the gun could do no damage. I was the one laughing when I hit him in the head with it.
John has interests that range from guitars to the Incredible Hulk. He was born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri and still lives there to this day. You can hear him on the weekly podcast at www.comicbookshowdown.com.