At the Appointed Time
I awaken with a start, experiencing déjà vu. My mind is flooded with questions. "What day is it? What day? Are they here? Are they safe?" Slowly, as my mind starts swimming to consciousness, I realize, it's November 1st. I recall now with resigned horror what I can never remember on October 31st. They're gone. Always gone, until, that is, our one day
together, bittersweetly, cursed as it has been every Halloween.
Five years have passed since the terror happened. I'd spent the day putting the finishing touches on the twins' and Emmy's costumes. I've always loved the holiday, fraught with memories as it was, with parties, friends coming over to "trick or treat" with me and of course, loads of candy. I had put out the Jack O' Lanterns, the various odd decorations we had collected over the years and the bowl sitting on a chair, on our porch, with the obligatory note "Take One only PLEASE." (Of course, I