Written by: Gloria Watts

She smiles, they swarm around her, small beings with huge eyes in masked faces, ‘trick or treat’ their voices swell, fill her ears with singsong as she holds out the tray. Arms reach out, small hands clutch, dig deep, push against soft flesh, nails dig deep, cause blood to surface. She staggers, almost falls, calls out loud when fingers pinch, nip at worn out flesh, grasp tight as words that taunt fill the air, echo through the silent night, sweet cookies for everyone but cookies are not on the menu tonight