Two nights before Halloween, as if it matters to anyone in the house, as if every day in this house isn’t Halloween. As if every moment they live isn’t the strain and stretch, the hand reaching back, groping through bottomless candy bags down to where front porches glowing with orange flicker grins and skeletons dance hopscotch sidewalks and ring doorbells. And they are all here, here around where they belong.
From Silk By Caitlin R. Kiernan