The Good Deed (a Halloween story)

The Halloween Tree
The Halloween Tree (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


On Halloween night I would advise you to be wary of strangers.  In the movies a stranger always turns out to be crazy.  But what about your best friend?  Can you trust him?     




The Good Deed




The branches of the trees reach out like long grasping fingers trying to pluck out my heart. The trees play games on Halloween but I ignore their sick antics.  I love lying here under the trees, planning good deeds, and watching rescue teams try desperately to save someone.


There is more than tree branches to fear.  There’s the river.  Its cold dark waters keep calling me and inviting me to swim.  But I suppose the river lures many people down its banks to take a quick dip.  I’m too smart to fall for the river’s tricks.  The current could drag someone down very quickly while he was struggling and gasping for breath.  I can imagine it so clearly.


My friend always walks along here at night….about this time, too!  How can he stand it? It’s so quiet.  It’s even spookier when the clouds hide the moon’s face.


He always said that he wanted to die while he was happy.  He wanted to go quickly, too, not a slow agonizing death.  He told me today (when he said he was going to get married) that he was happier now than he’s ever been before.  That’s why I picked tonight.


He did me a favor once.  He shoved me out of the way of a speeding car.  I never saw it coming, but he did!  I was so proud he was my friend.   Not many people would risk their lives for someone else.   He was in the hospital for eight months.  That’s the reason I’m doing him this favor.


I can hear his voice and he’s not alone.  He’s with his fiancé and they’re talking about how they want to be together for the rest of their lives.  She said it would be romantic if they died together.


I guess I can do that.  I’ll change my plans to include her.  They’re lost in love.  They don’t even see me.


I’ll have the element of surprise.  One quick shove and they’ll be in.




She went under fast.  O, there she is again.  He’s trying to save her.  He’s calling for help.   I can’t let him ruin things. I’ll help him go under.  He’s a real friend.  It’s worth it.  The water’s cold!


He fought harder than I thought he would.  I almost drowned.  Next year my good deed will have to be better planned.  I don’t want something to go wrong.






“They’re Just Not Fair!”

Not Fair
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At 2 a.m. I was creeping,

Trying to be
quiet last night,

I knew my
parents were sleeping,

But I had to
turn on lights,

I might have
made some noise,

As I got
ready for bed,

Yet I never
lost my poise,

But my
parents did instead,

They were irate,
said it was late,

Said they
had jobs to go to,

I replied, “I
don’t have one,

So I get to
have fun,

What more
can I do?”

“That has to
change,” they said,

“You’re ready
to make your way,

No lying all
day in bed,”

Now that
they had their say,

They finally
left my room,

Why are they
so tense and mad,

I’ve been
happy, they should be glad,

Rather than
preaching doom and gloom,

Now if they’ll
just let me be,

I’ll live my
life recklessly,

I’ll sleep
in until half past ten,

And tell
them not to bother me again,


Who is it
that’s creeping,

Around the
house this morn,

Can’t you
tell I’m sleeping,

That the day
is newly born,

So why is
somebody cooking,

While my
world is upside down,

I hope
nobody comes looking,

Because sleep
I finally found,

It’s early,
why do I need to rise,

I need my
sleep, I came in late,

I’m not
ready to open my eyes,

Looking for
a job needs to wait,

I’ll just
live here with you,

It’s time
for me to leave the nest?

It would be
the best thing to do?

Why are you
putting me to the test,

This is
agony you’re putting me through,

You don’t
love me, I have some doubt,

I don’t want
to go looking today,

I’m not
ready to move out,

Who’s going
to pay my way?

Just like
that, say what you will,

Turn twenty
and things go downhill,

My parents
are not being fair,

selfish and don’t want to share.




“To the Ready, Forward March!”

 “Grab your trombone and have some fun!

We can circle the square and stay in the sun,”

I feel like marching when my trombone plays,

Sometimes even on windy or rainy days,

Seventy-six trombones” is my favorite song,

Because it’s happy and boisterous as I march along,                                  

What better way to make everybody’s day,

Than to let them hear the trombones play,

The music and rhythm tickles me inside,

Especially when I’m marching with you in stride,

We’ll play “Stars and Stripes” as we begin,

And when we get to the park, where we end,

You can play “Fantasy” to show your skills,

While I get ready to give the audience thrills,

In case you’re wondering what I’m talking about,

I’ll explain it to you and erase all doubt,

I’m more than a musician, I’m also a clown,

I enjoy hearing laughter all around,

Music and laughter are both good for the soul,

If your foot starts tapping, I’ve met my goal,

And if you laugh with me, you’ve made my day,

That’s all I need, that will be my pay,

If I distract someone and see a happy face,

The whole world will seem like a better place,

Grab your trombones, cornets, or your reeds,

We’ll march across the highway into the weeds,

“To the ready, Mark Time, and Forward March”

A lively cadence but without all the starch,

If laughter and music is quicker in pace,

The world will seem like a better place,

So let’s go marching with our trombones,

We’ll be royalty without our thrones,

We’ll go to the park where we’ll slide but not swing,

We’ll laugh at ourselves, and enjoy everything.

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