None - future fic
Don't sue me. I'm so poor all you'd get was my government cheese.
The candle dropped into the corpse and lit it brightly from within. Guts and
orange offal decorated the counter, wrapped in newspaper. Three thick, fleshy
chunks of orange meat and skin sat piled next to the now empty book of matches.
"Pumpkin's ready," Oz muttered, dropping a large serial killer knife to one
sticky side. "Costumes?"
"Protection spelled and ready to go," Willow called.
Autumn bounded down the stairs. Her long auburn hair hid her human ears while
enormous floppy doggie ears rose up above her head. She was wagging her tail by
setting it swinging. "Mom-meee! Poof ate her wings! Now she can't fly!"
Willow, in her conical cap and Harry Potter spectacles, gave her husband a
beleaguered stare. Oz got up. "On it." He sidled past his daughter, patting her
happy head. He passed his son, squirming in a pea pod costume and gurgling
happily. Oz cooed at him and picked up the pace when he saw Poof dragging wings
out of her puppy's mouth. Oz called the shaggy beasts to order, but they ignored
Oz took Poof's part in the tug-o-war. He rescued the wing-the other was in
shreds all over the floor-and tossed its remains on the dresser.
"Let's go get candy!" Autumn yelled from the base of the stairs. Oz snagged a
can of hair color spray and whipped up some pretty great wing highlights to
match Poof's halo.
"Yay!" Autumn, armed with a pillow case, danced around her dad and raced out the
door. Poof barked and raced after her. Oz grabbed the dog's leash and moved to
catch up with them. He gave his wife a wink. She was staying in on candy
"I love candy, Daddy." Autumn announced. Poof barked merrily as if agreeing.
"Me too, remember the plan?" Oz whispered.
"I know, I know," Autumn rolled her eyes, "You're my bog brother." She handed
him his own loot gathering pillowcase. "But Daddy, where's your costume?"
Oz raised his eyebrows and glanced up at the fat, full moon. "Don't worry about
that one kiddo. I got a great one."