Updated: Nov 10, 2020
So thrilled that I managed to wriggle out two super-short stories for Susanna Leonard Hill's 10th Annual Halloweensie Writing Contest. I think I love searching for the vintage pictures as much as the writing! Well, almost.
Deep in a tomb beneath a stone tower,
Saxabones plays hour after hour.
Bare fingers vibe along the brass keys,
smooooth skeleton bepopping with ease.
Spiders tip-tap and bats shake a wing.
Ghosties a-groove to skelephone swing.
But All Hallows’ Eve …
Hip-hoppin’ notes resound from above,
“Singing the boos? It’s time to improv!”
Clickety-clack, he creeps up the stairs:
Masquerade ghouls, they jive unawares.
“Sweet! Whatta beat!” He’s ready to riff.
Up goes his horn. He blows out a lick.
And just like that …
Masked jitterhaunts all scat and careen,
all through a wickedly cool Jazzoween!