#goldenevent

  this is the epitome of power.   sid dons sheer lace,  slithering down each wrist.  sid,  taller than most of the men here in these fuckin’ boots.  sid,  managing in spite of them,  to execute the perfect time warp.  not just once.  not just twice.  oh no,  this vampire-demon-whatever queen is a professional. she’s reaching the hundred mark.  about every kid in this place has filtered in and out of her dance corner, but none so much as wednesday and pugsley addams.      kai,  always a man on the outside looking in,  and always a man--- no wings or tails or horns tonight--- leans back and observes.  unfortunately,  sid loves this man,  which means there’s no escape from her torture.  did he seriously think he’d get away without busting a groove tonight?  like a true sadist,  sid waits until the last ten minutes of this set before reeling in her hook.  while seven year olds are jumping to the left,  sid puts good use to her power.  it comes in eye-level request with the kids more family by now.  well.  request is one word.  bribe is another.     “ go on,  get old man over here,  will ya?  ---there’ll be a pack of tim-tams in it for BOTH of you ---- if you can make it happen.  “   with that deadly wink,  made all the more deadly with blood on her face and horns in her hair.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟎𝟎𝟏:   Festival of Fright,  a community, family-friendly event to celebrate Halloween will be held for muses on Saturday 30/October, 6PM-Late  but for muns:   SUNDAY, 24TH of OCTOBER  to  SUNDAY 31ST of OCTOBER.    Included at the festival are:  pony rides,  a haunted-house maze (with local actors to jump-scare),  pumpkin carving contest (prize is a hamper and meat tray),  costume contest (prize is a $100 bar tab at Wolf’s Den),  a pop-up bar and food vans with spooky-themed food and cocktails.

baited breath is what he knows.  the persistent reminder to breathe,  and that if it was so, so important,  this kid would be calling the cops and not the coworker.  that’s right.  but as he pulls into the lot,  he finds himself amidst bunting-lined parking and a nightclub pulse known to downtown saturday nights,  unknown to golden.        𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  answers a quiet desperation,  slung across arched banner,  bold subject of discarded flyers that pathe the way to a warm glow / loud buzz.  the string lights direct him in a way billie has not;  usually a girl determined to fill the silence,  it’s been a painfully mute fifteen minutes.   it can only mean her phone is dead--- that’s the extent of his imagination.  that’s all that he will allow of it.   but dead end is found in a sea of masks and black capes.  it’s where the gps tracker has stopped---- and so the effort to keep his hands out of his hair,  tugging at the roots there, is conscious and stubborn.   ezra can’t help the spinning on his feet,  though,  nor these wide eyes.  he was never good at finding wally,  what luck’s he got spotting a girl he barely knows?

    halloween?   here in this body we call it the most wonderful time of the year.  grinning like its christmas,  but there’s blood on her chin.  WHAT!  it’s dried and not real, motherfucker.  not tonight.   “ pick a hand, “  one of the two behind her back,  enclosed and crushed,  details a mess of pumpkin guts.  the other,  witchetty grubs.  the LOLLY,  asshole.  who do you think she is?  --- the type to pay enormous price for australia-specific sweets,  months in advance is the correct answer.