Literature
The Halloween Party
It is Hallowe’en, 1926, and my brother and I are on our way to a fancy dress party at our auntie’s house. The weather was good when we set out, but now we are caught in a fog so thick we can barely see our own feet.
The heavy drizzle has drenched my short fairy dress, and my brother’s coat and his arm around my shoulders are the only things keeping me from turning into an icicle. He is dressed in a solder’s uniform, borrowed from our cousin, who was conscripted during the war, and his coat it blissfully thick and warm, although it doesn’t do much for my cold, bare legs.
Just as I start to think it is our fate t