Flash Fiction Friday: Trick-or-Treat
“Is my wig on straight?” Scarlett tugged on the ends of the yarn. Maddie nodded, her smile missing a front tooth, the bow on top of her Cindy-Lou-Who hair, bobbing. The best friends glanced back at their moms who walked slowly behind the pair. They weren’t quite old enough to trick-or-treat alone, but at least they were together. Scarlett swung her plastic jack-o-lantern bucket filled with candy at her side as they walked up the driveway of the next house. The scent of a bonf