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The Sunday Squirrel: princess

All she ever wanted was to be a princess for Halloween. Instead, there was no costume, no candy, no fun. Growing up, Sarah and her little brother had never been allowed to participate in the fun. While superheroes, Barbie dolls, ghosts, and witches had paraded through the neighborhood in search of treats, Sarah and Nathan were holed up in their dark bedroom watching enviously through the window.

Her first Halloween out of the house, Sarah dressed as Snow White and wore her costume the entire day through classes, work, grocery shopping, and handing out King-sized candy bars to the children in her apartment building.

No one could keep her from joining the fun now.

This year, she was dressed as ogre Fiona from Shrek, complete with green body makeup. Two men on the Metro had snickered, but she didn’t care. They took it for granted. She never would.

Her condo high-rise didn’t have a ton of children, but there were enough to keep her from making dinner until almost eight. The babies and toddlers came early, and the few older kids came through after seven.

If she had one great regret it was that she had no one to share the day with. Nathan had moved to Austin, and she hadn’t been on a date in months. To be honest, when it came to Halloween, most of the guys she knew thought she was a bit nuts. Maybe she was.

She’d just pulled the lasagna out of the oven, when the doorbell rang again, and she rushed to open the door.

“Trick or treat,” a little voice sang out from behind a ninja mask. The little boy stood in front of a much taller pirate, holding a pillow case that looked pitifully empty. “You're Fiona. Great costume.”

“Thanks. I like yours too. Are you just getting started?” she asked, dropping a Snickers and a Butterfinger into his bag.

“No,” the pirate said. “We got home late, and unfortunately most of the building is out of candy by now.” He squeezed the little boy’s shoulders. “Sorry buddy.”

Sarah looked up and realized it was Mike, her neighbor from two doors down. Her heart skipped a beat as their eyes met. His were the most vivid shade of blue. And he was rockin’ the pirate look. She never would have pegged him for the type to dress up. “I didn’t realize you had a little boy.”

Mike smiled sadly. “He’s at his mom’s most of the time, but she had to go out of town this week, so we got some extra time together. This is Joey.”

“Hi, Joey. I’m Sarah.” She knelt down and shook his outstretched hand. What a little man. Her bowl was still heavy with candy bars, and she wiggled it gently as she focused on Mike again. “Would you like to have a little Halloween party here? I even have lasagna if you haven’t eaten dinner yet.”

He mouthed the words, “Are you sure?” over Joey’s head.

She nodded and backed away from the door. “Welcome to my swamp.”

Joey entered tentatively, eyeing the candy bowl.

When Mike passed by, she said, “Give me a couple of minutes to hide the candy bars, and then he can hunt them down. That way it’ll still be fun.”

“Thank you, Sarah,” he said, planting a quick kiss on her cheek that turned his mouth green. “You’re a treasure.”

“No,” she said with a smile, her face still tingling from the warmth of his lips. “I’m a princess.”


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  1. Reply

    So cute Gwen, soooo cute!
    Jim and I always laugh and say that I am Fiona and he is Shrek (minus when they act gross) 🙂
    Gwen I love how your story takes me from the first sentence to the world of the characters. I keep reading the entire story as if it was one sentence! very attaching!
    I love it!
    Thanks Gwen!

  2. Reply

    Thanks so much, Mirella. I wanted to write a creepy story, but I couldn’t do it. I save the mean stuff for my books. 😉

    And, come on, not even a little bit of acting gross?

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