You might like to know that a flash fiction piece of mine - imaginatively titled Trick or Treat - is now out in the Halloween Special Edition over at Apocrypha and Abstractions.
He hated Hallowe’en.
Any other time of the year he was safe. People hurried past his decaying clapperboard house, his graveyard jungle of weeds, and pulled their children along with them. Not stopping.
Everyone knew the stories. The mad old recluse in his crumbling house. Noises at night. Chewed up bodies buried in the basement. Let them talk. He saw no one, spoke to no one, and that suited him fine. That was best for everyone. Everything under control.
You can read the rest here...