What can YOU say in six sentences?
She's a peculiar lady, my friend's mom, and she always dresses in bright colors… hats, scarves, tight tops, short skirts, and imported shoes… mostly high heels. In fact, her pretty face is also painted in bright hues, sea-green atop her green eyes, rouged red cheeks, dark red pouting lips, sparkling silver fingernails and almost orange hair. And I always wanted to kiss her but I never told her or anyone else.
Well, last Halloween and probably the last time I will ever trick or treat, I knocked on my friend's rickety door. We reside in a crowded city yet he lives in a nearby lot in a detached wooden house surrounded by weeds with three barking dogs chained on the side of an unpainted stoop. My friend wasn't home, yet I knew that and I said, "Trick or treat," when the pretty painted lady answered.
She looked me over and said, "Yes, trick or treat!" and she pulled me toward her shutting the door behind. Well, she smelled like kerosene but I kind of liked that and when she kissed me I tasted blackberry wine, the kind grandpa makes. And when she kissed me again I ran home because nothing like that ever happened before.
Then afterwards, every time I saw her, she would only smile, knowing I liked the kiss, in fact, loved it! And nowadays if I smell a trace of kerosene, I get that tingly feeling and wish for a taste of blackberry wine only to think about my first kiss… or second… on that dark evening in search of a delicious Halloween treat. Hmmm, maybe this year will be my last year to trick or treat.