October dribbles - 28

“Trick’r treat,” shouted Mom. The spaceman hid behind the table.
“Come on sweetheart. Trick’r treat.” Sad eyes gazed up through helmet’s bowl.
“Time to go.” He stared with corners of mouth turned down.
“Trick’r treat.” The trick is to stay very still. The treat is when monsters don’t eat you.

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