COSTUME
Torn cloth you chose, grey-green makeup, and a walk that is slower than the queue.

NIGHT 10 OF 31
A takeover that is a costume walk. People groan and then ask for pizza.
Torn cloth you chose, grey-green makeup, and a walk that is slower than the queue.
A stitch drawn on, not a wound. A name tag that says you are fine.
The yard is a parade route. No blood. The pumpkins do the gore’s job by being pumpkins.
A takeover that is a costume walk. People groan and then ask for pizza.
Sandwiches cut badly on purpose. Green icing on buns that are still buns.
Lime and mint, called a serum by nobody serious.
A shuffle beat. Feet drag in time and then give up.
The slow walk from gate to fire. Passing people is against the bit, not the rules.
At the fire the zombies sit down and become guests.
Makeup cracks. The parade is over when the bread runs out.
OF THIS OCTOBER
Leo commits to the walk. Priya passes him and then goes back, ashamed, in character. Of this October.
EVENTS
A FRAME, IF YOU WANT ONE
You in torn festive clothes and grey-green makeup on a mountain parade route, pumpkins and fire, playful costume, no blood, no text.
STALL
Grey-green. Draws a costume seam. Washes off.