What I’m Writing
In keeping with my October Halloween-themed stories, here’s one inspired in part by my friend Caroline. Maddie and Lyndie are two characters from my teen Film Crew series. This story serves as a kind of character study as I explore their personalities further. I hope you enjoy it.
The October Tree
Mid October. Fall descending into winter. Rain pelted the north-facing windows of Maddie Dela Riva’s house. Sodden gold and red leaves blanketed the backyard.
Maddie hung a palm-sized pumpkin on a branch, stood back from the six-foot artificial tree standing in a corner of the living room. She smiled. Done.
Winding around the tree was a long stream of narrow tatted lace, yellowed in more than a few places. A string of black-lit skull heads circled from top to bottom. Front and center hung a foot-long skeleton. Several smaller skeletons peered out from other branches. At almost eye level a puffy white ghost floated in a silent stare.
Miniature orange pumpkins followed the line of the tatted lace around the tree. A handful of glossy pine cones filled in the blank spaces on the tree.
Topping the tree, with a commanding view, a doll bedecked in black and white lace, black hair cascading down the sides of a skull face.
Maddie reached for her phone and snapped pictures of the tree from different angles. She texted her mom at work, sending her the pictures.
The doorbell rang. Maddie’s friend Lyndie Reed stepped in out of the rain.
“Hey. Thanks for coming over.”
Lyndie shrugged out of her soaked parka.
Maddie smiled. “I just finished the tree.”
“Tree?” Lyndie peered over Maddie’s shoulder. “Way too early for Christmas decorations.”
Maddie stepped aside.
Lyndie’s eyes popped open. “Holy shit! What is that?”
She stepped closer, taking in the image before her.
“Girl, this is awesome!”
“You like it?”
“I love it. Do you do this every year?”
“The last two years…since my dad died.”
Lyndie saw a tear roll down Maddie’s cheek.
“Hugs, girl.” She swallowed Maddie in an enormous hug.
Maddie stepped back. “My dad died on Halloween. Mom and I started this to honor him. You don’t think it’s weird, do you?”
“Weird? I love it.”
“My aunt, my dad’s sister, hates it. She thinks it’s creepy. Won’t come over till we take it down on November second.”
“All Souls Day.”
Lyndie looked down at the base of the tree. Black lace wrapped around the trunk. A black knit cat sat peering up. A large battered book titled “Witches” sat off to the right. And at the center, nestled in the lace, a white box with a raffia ribbon bow on top.
Lyndie pointed at the box. “You do Halloween gifts?”
“Oh…oh.” Lyndie paused. “I didn’t know you back then. Your dad’s not buried in a cemetery. He’s…”
Lyndie shuddered. She turned, sat down on the nearby couch. “I’m missing something.”
“Isn’t this a dark way to remember your dad? I mean, skeletons and witches and skulls…”
“My dad’s gone, Lyndie. He’s at peace.” Maddie waved her hand at the tree.
“The skeletons and skulls are for me and my mom… till we find our own peace.”
And don’t forget, I’ll be starting a new blog theme soon to replace the Mannequin Monday one. Stay tuned.
What I’m Reading
I’m bouncing from book to book this week, not able to keep focus for too long on anything. Last night I started Drift, a thriller by L.T. Ryan. Looks promising so far. I’ll let you know next week.