COSTUME
Classic Halloween, worn like a good coat, not a dare.

NIGHT 2 OF 31
The paths become a street for one night. Sweets, doors, and people who knock properly.
Classic Halloween, worn like a good coat, not a dare.
A paper bag that is actually lined, and a small bell.
Porch lanterns on every hotel door that agreed. Webs left where the spiders put them.
The paths become a street for one night. Sweets, doors, and people who knock properly.
Toffee apples, roast nuts, and a loaf shaped like a pumpkin that is still just bread.
Warm apple with clove. No one is pretending it is anything else.
A street melody that restarts every time a door opens.
Knock three doors. Leave something if you take something.
The treat walk ends at the main fire, bags compared, nothing scored.
The bells keep going after the sweets run low.
OF THIS OCTOBER
Priya carries the bag like a briefcase. Hattie has already eaten the sample. Of this October.
EVENTS
A FRAME, IF YOU WANT ONE
You on a lantern-lit mountain path at night, costume coat, paper bag of wrapped sweets, pumpkins on the steps, warm orange, no horror, no text.
STALL
A palm bell for knocking. The hotel already has its own.