#BlogFlash1031 for Halloween

Spook! Happy Halloween!

To celebrate pumpkins, ghosties, zombies and things that go bump in the night, I'm happy to be taking part in  #BlogFlash1031 for Halloween, co-hosted by Terri Giuliano Long and The Indie Exchange. Everyone had to write something spooky using up to 500 words. 

Here's mine:

Footsteps in the rain

She walked into the path of oncoming traffic

Lights flashed her blind in the pitch darkness

Heading her way they swerved to the side

Their horns screeched like cats, radios blared

The night ached a thousand lived memories

She walked barefoot, her feet cut but soundless

Like a dreamer who had long ceased to dream

The stars glistened high above like fairy lights

Dazzling in the night sky, so quiet their beauty

Unravished by life, uncorrupted, so pure, fine

Her eyes squinted to improve their clarity

They shone so brilliantly, like ice against black

She had wandered far, not knowing the distance

Far, far, a long way from home and her people

Seated around a wooden table, food cooking

Amid warm smells of crisp, burning wintry heat

She could imagine them laughing and grinning

Their teeth glinting in the lights as they spoke

Blood dripping on their plates, their eyes red

Clawed fingernails gripping the edges so taut

Their wild hair flicked as they wailed and groaned

Enough! This she did not miss, could never miss

So now her escape was final, desolation dismissed

The blood could stay chilled and frozen like ice

Away from her, hidden in those dark, darkest eyes

Closing her eyelids, she flicked away the memory

The road was cold, the rain was starting again

Tap, tap, tap, the lights danced in the water

Her toes flicked little glistening drips into the air

She grinned at such a simple, honest thing

Memories of a life forgotten, once lived before

In the time long ago, in a time she lived once

The horns continued to sound, high-pitched wines

Too high, shattering the quiet of the still night

She turned her head to scowl, unseen in the dark

Determined, she walked on, oblivious to the cold

Heading towards the noisy, bustling flow of cars

She had no fear of them or their terrifying roar

They sounded their horns but they could not see her

Blinded as they were to the dead thing walking.