My Spooktoberfest post is here.
This week’s Six Sentence Sunday is another Halloween story, from Part IV of my contemporary historical Bildungsroman Little Ragdoll. It’s Halloween 1972, and 18-year-old Adicia feels rather sad to see her 13-year-old sister and little nieces and nephew in costumes. Growing up, she and her siblings were cheated out of a lot of things, including real celebrations of all the holidays. Now that she’s finally out of poverty, she’s afraid she’s too old.
Then her sister-in-law Lenore comes to the rescue as she’s so often done over the years.
“I guess I’m too old,” Adicia says sadly when Justine returns dressed in a pink dress with black and neon blue fairy wings attached to the back. “I don’t even have a costume.”
“Why don’t you try on some of my clothes?” Lenore suggests. “Come upstairs with me and we’ll see if we can’t find you a makeshift costume. I’ve got a lot of clothes that could work as a Gypsy or Bohemian costume. Most people probably wouldn’t peg you for eighteen anyway.”