Mabel turned to begin her solitary walk home. Somebody in the darkness under a tree caught her eye. Another little girl was standing there, all by herself.
Once a year we cheer this fear and get our fill, each chill a thrill. We’re children still down deep inside where we must hide from guts and gore galore.
Opening the classroom door, thirty pairs of wary eyes watched her quietly walk over to the teacher to introduce herself. Her gaze focussed on the floor. She wished she were invisible. Who is this stranger? Is she a new girl?