|Fall all Together (standard:other, 900 words)|
|Author: Andrew Dayton||Added: Nov 30 2012||Views/Reads: 1198/735||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Written for a short story contest dealing with the topic of Halloween.|
Fall, All Together. The young boy stared out the window, waiting for the sun to go down. “Colin.” His father's voice broke into his reverie and he turned towards the room, where he was lighting a lamp. “Yes Papa?” “Go on down and get Doc Meering now.” Colin nodded. He looked over to where Mama was sitting in the light of the lantern, flushed and holding her swollen belly, before heading outside into the dusk. Trotting east down the dusty lane, kicking up gravel, he watched bonfires being lit in front of houses along the way. Most of the houses were larger and prettier than his own mean shack. Doc's place, at the end of the street was easily the largest of them all. He trotted up to the door and tugged the bell pull and heard it ring somewhere deep within the house. The door opened and a kindly looking man with round spectacles greeted him. “Hello Colin.” “Hello Doc, Papa sent me to fetch you.” With no wasted motion, Doc grabbed his medical bag beside the door and he began walking down the street with long strides; Colin trotting to keep up. A breeze had sprung up and swirled dust around them, mixing with the smoke of the fires. Arriving at the cabin they went inside, Doc Meering immediately going behind the curtain to Mama and Papa's bedroom. Colin stood in the room looking up at the candies cooling above the warming oven, his mouth beginning to water. Horehound hard candy, peppermint and strawberry suckers mounted on toothpicks stood arrayed on butcher paper, glittering in the lamplight. These would be given out to the trick or treaters who would come to the door as soon as darkness fell. Mama took great pride in her cooking and candy making and Colin was sure she would win the prize for best treats this year. Last year, sitting in the cabin with Papa smoking his pipe in silence they sat listening as the older kids gathered in the neighbor's front yard singing: Gold and red and yellow The summer leaves have fallen Harvest is in and pantries stocked And cold winds soon come calling This Halloween we gather here To give tribute to your treats so fair To sing this song of praise To the best sweets anywhere. Mama smiled to hide her disappointment and sent Colin off to bed. This year was different. Mama told him he would have a brother or sister and that she didn't much care if she won or not. “Life don't always favor folks like us Colin, but this year is going to be the best of all. Let someone else get the prize, we've got bigger things to attend to.” But Colin had heard them talking last night before falling asleep. Papa's voice rumbled softly from the kitchen “You know Miriam, if you did win, it would sure be nice for the boy to start off his first year of school thataway. The kids might not give him such a hard time.” So Mama had worked all day, not pausing to eat dinner, as if she was racing against time itself. A series of groans worked their way through his consciousness and he Click here to read the rest of this story (45 more lines)
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