The Monster Ball

The Monster Ball was well underway when Sandra arrived.  Guests were supposed to dress up as their favorite Halloween monster.  Sandra was dressed in a floor-length velvet gown, a luxurious waist-length ebony wig and was holding a scythe.  The Reaper was always her favorite character.

She scanned the room and found the buffet table.  She was absolutely starving.  She hadn’t eaten all day because she was in meetings at her boring day job.  She crossed the room and perused the spread.  It was all Halloween themed:  mummy pizzas, spooky witch fingers, creepy crawly pasta salad and witch’s brew.  She grabbed a plate and sampled a little bit of everything, but got a large glass of the brew.  It had been a long day.

She caught the eye of one of her friends dressed in a mummy costume and made her way towards his table.  Jack was a seriously gorgeous looking guy and Sandra had to admit that she had a thing for him.  The problem was that they were never single at the same time.  And he, of course, was with his latest conquest tonight.  Sandra repressed the smirk as she joined them.

“What, no date?” Jack commented.  He knew she had feelings for him, and he liked to rub it in sometimes.

“Not tonight.  No mere mortal is worthy of me,” Sandra joked.

They chatted about all the costumes until Jack’s date, Cindy, grew bored and begged him to take her home.  “I guess it’s time for me to head out,” Jack said, obviously sorry to be leaving the party so early.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t want the little bunny to get upset or anything,” Sandra replied sarcastically.  Jack caught the sarcasm and actually looked deflated.

“Yeah,” was all he said and turned to take his date home.

“I wish that girl would just go take a flying leap,” another of Sandra’s friends stated as she sat down in the seat Jack had vacated.

“Be careful what you wish for tonight, Alice.  You never know what spirit might be listening,” Sandra joked.

“Yeah, but still…” Alice trailed off.

Later that night, when Sandra was warm and snug in her bed, her phone rang.

“Sandra, it’s Jack.  I need you.”

“Where are you?  What’s wrong?”

“There’s been a car accident.  Cindy’s dead.”


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This flash fiction story was written for a 31 Days of Halloween contest on


I am a 43-year-old, single mom of 19-year-old boy/girl twins living in an extremely small town in rural Texas. Currently, I am employed as a Site Supervisor for a prominent corporation that provides security officers for homes and businesses.

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