So we strung pumpkin lights, carved jack-o'-lanterns, and set out bowls of treats.
Some friendly baseball players handed out candy to the trick-or-treaters
so that I, Mary Shelley, could get some writing done.
Perhaps it was the haunting mood of the entire evening that allowed the words to flow.
I'll put my pen down for another night, but my mind cannot rest. The story is always with me.