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seasonal binding My next-door neighbor wraps her trees each November. Tying up the remnants of autumn in lengths of rope and string. Binding them to ward off winter. She explained it to me once,

precautions First there was the mat. It didn’t say Welcome, but it wasn’t off-putting. And everyone knew how he was about keeping the house tidy. They wiped their paws as requested and were welcomed

all-seeing The skull says I see you when pedestrians or trick-or-treaters or dog-walkers pass by. Eyes that have no place being in a skull, hovering in empty sockets, move disconcertingly from side-to-side. The observation

cinderella pumpkin As soon as I read the sign and saw what the pumpkins were called I knew I had to have one. My mom said no. She said they don’t make good jack-o’-lanterns.

impractical footwear “Are you really wearing those shoes?” the girl next to me asks in the pre-midnight lull before everything starts, looking down at my feet. From her tone I’m guessing her expression is

a suitor spurned I met him at a party. I told him he was sweet, but not my type. It wasn’t exactly a lie. It’s not like I threw the glass of wine he