Was going to write a halloween tale based on lyrics but this side tracked me
30 minutes of writing, fairly crude pastiche, bad grammar and spelling with no rewrites
But its writing and that's what i am planning to work on from now on, actually writing stuff. For me
So happy halloween for tomorrow....I'll be watching this




While it is a nice night, it is the constant waiting that kills me. 

Not literally, obviously, but it really does drag. The first few days I keep my eye on things, check movements, changes, nothing too arduous. They don’t really notice anything is up, not then. Of course some never notice but most do. Then they are told, gloatingly. Not always mind, but to be honest there is always this layer of smug, even under what often seems genuine sorrow, its still smug.

I won..you lost..Ha.

Faith manages.. it really does.

At first incredulity, then fear and its then I first have to do some work. A breath here, a nudge there and its done, no going back for the majority.

For most of them.

For most of them it’s a sprint finish then on in.

Panic, plead, threaten, panic is the usual.  Until I make my appearance and that’s that. All done bar the…well you know.

Most of them…

But then you get some, one or two now and again. The smart or lucky ones.

Then I get to wait, to work more. Its not that I mind, it’s nice, the visit, a chance to stretch my legs, see what’s changed, don’t get me wrong.

But it’s just, well I’m getting tired and they keep cheating and changing.

That one before last, talk about collateral damage, what a mess.

Still I’m just the end result, the full stop to a sentence of their design. Swapping and switching..I remember when we got a name and that was it..deal with the target..none of this follow the lady, keep your eye on ball.

But they do love their ritual, and well it amuses someone to give them this chance for escape.

Amuses one of THEM.

Well THEY never think of the legwork that some of us have to suffer. THEY just chortle at the panicked antics of the victims and then get pissed if it goes wrong. Like its my fault.

So the two possibles are both hidden away on this train. Quite a run to keep up, these modern conveniences, I really need to lose some weight if its going to be like this again. Least I’ve never had to follow a plane, now that would be something else. And it’ll happen, anything to stretch the run, last that bit longer. My, they run.

Right 5 minutes to go by my reckoning, and to be fair who is really going to check?

 If you get away, you don’t notice because you live, and if not..well you don’t notice because well..

Damn its dark, and this smoke doesn’t help. Ironic I know, but it’s a pain in the eyes. Give me fire and brimstone over this hot steam.

 Right gotcha..both of you out in the open. No need to appear just yet. Oh some running one after the other. Now have you got it or are you trying to?… Its hard when they are close …  

Oh right gotcha, that’s a switch, ah well the biter bit..thats got you Mr K. I know some people who definitely want a word with you, its been a long run and you’ve had your fun. The kiddies will just have to find another clown magician.

Nice.

Now where are those lovebirds…Oh there you are all happy and do I detect a smidge of smug. Good. You didn’t really count on a mother’s love did you. And mocking the séance didn’t help your chances either.  

Cunning how few people check all the way down into an envelope.

And I don’t think anyone will mind if I make this a Him and Hers two for one.

Nice night for some..