Here is it, as promised
His 6ft 7” frame meant that he was easily able to look over all the people at the party, and spot her straight away.
She was wearing the black dress and hat that she usually wore for these occasions, but tonight she had teamed it with a bottle green cloak that shimmered as she moved under the twinkling pumpkin shaped party lights.
She saw him and smiled like a feline who had just been given a dairy treat. Slowly, she beckoned him over with a long finger nail, that was painted in the same shade as her cloak.
He moved across the room with ease, almost gliding one might say, and arriving in front of her, he took her hand and kissed it dramatically. She traced his firm jaw with the same nail, leaving a slight pink trail where it had touched him.
‘See anyone you know?’ He enquired.
‘Only the usual. Marty, Velma and little Bertie keeps popping up. As for the others, I’m not sure. When they change their disguises, I don’t recognise them as easily.’
‘Mmm…True, but talking of costumes, you look delightful my dear.’ He purred.
‘Don’t call it a costume, you know I don’t like it! Call it what it is, a fabulously splendid gown.’ She laughed loudly, almost a cackle. ‘Besides, I’m cross with you, I’ve been waiting here quite some time. I was beginning to think that you weren’t coming.’ She lowered her chin at a jaunty angle and looked at him through heavy lids.
‘Come now my love. You know how busy a night it is, I just got delayed along the way, but I would never leave you alone, on tonight of all nights. Have you had a drink? Would you like one?’
Her amber eyes sparkled, ‘Oh yes! One out of the bowl darling, you know I like those.’
‘Coming up.’
Three drinks from the punchbowl later, her pointed hat had slipped to an almost horizontal angle, and his normally incredibly pale face was flushed, and two rosy cheeks had appeared.
Someone turned the music up louder and he grimaced.
‘Uh! Why don’t we get out of here my darling?’
‘Ok, but only if we can take some of this with us’ she replied, raising her glass.
‘Well ok but remember how difficult it makes flying later.’
‘You speak for yourself.’ She cackled.
After refilling their glasses, they made their way to a bench at the bottom of the garden. It was much quieter here, and they snuggled and sipped their drinks.
‘Have you had enough?’
‘Of what,’ she enquired, ‘the drink, the music or the humans?’
‘All of them.’
‘Yes, I think I have. I can’t get used to their smell. Visiting their Halloween parties once a year is more than enough for me.’
‘In that case my love, I shall race you back home.’
And with that he dissolved into a teeny tiny bat. She clicked her fingers and her broom appeared, and they both set off home.
Enjoy whatever you’re doing tonight and look out for next month’s flash fiction idea, here tomorrow.
Janet Stock 