Prompt #200 - Picture Redux
[Based off this picture.]
That picture reminds me a lot of Halloween, don't ya think? All creepy like, with the full moon there, and the little blackbirds sitting in the row. It reminds me very strongly of this one house I went to, one year, with a full moon and fake birds sitting up in a tree, decorations just to make the night seem even more scary. But it never was, not for me. I loved Halloween, then.
When I was a wee boy, it was my favourite time of year. My favourite day. You see, the social workers at the orphanage? Generally, they hated taking me out into the community. The looks they would get, they complained to me all the time. With this little green boy trailing around after the rest of the group. They ended up taking me out less and less, to avoid the looks and complaints and jeers and garbage thrown at us. It was all too much of a pain in the arse, see, to take me out. So, eventually, they practically stopped doing so.
Except on Halloween.
They loved to take me out on that night. The praise I would get! "What a great little costume! It looks so real!" "Are you a goblin? Bloody fantastic!" "Let me guess? An alien! Brilliant." And so on and so forth. It was tough for the other orphan kids, with their makeshift costumes with the frayed hems and random stains, items barely thrown together to make a good outfit. But, me! I came pre-ready for Halloween night.
I loved Halloween when I was young. I often got a lot of attention, but none nearly as positive and flattering as on that night. Going around from house to house was a blast, and I loved it. Plus, the candy! All those generous people just giving away stuff! Never knew such kindness as on that night.
But then I grew up, and I understood. I understood what all of that meant. That the only night I was accepted by society was one of make belief, where people didn't have to face reality. Where scary creatures were of the norm, and praised and adored.
But it's only one night of the year. 1 in 365. The only day I could fit in.
And people wonder why I do what I do now. Sheesh.
That picture reminds me a lot of Halloween, don't ya think? All creepy like, with the full moon there, and the little blackbirds sitting in the row. It reminds me very strongly of this one house I went to, one year, with a full moon and fake birds sitting up in a tree, decorations just to make the night seem even more scary. But it never was, not for me. I loved Halloween, then.
When I was a wee boy, it was my favourite time of year. My favourite day. You see, the social workers at the orphanage? Generally, they hated taking me out into the community. The looks they would get, they complained to me all the time. With this little green boy trailing around after the rest of the group. They ended up taking me out less and less, to avoid the looks and complaints and jeers and garbage thrown at us. It was all too much of a pain in the arse, see, to take me out. So, eventually, they practically stopped doing so.
Except on Halloween.
They loved to take me out on that night. The praise I would get! "What a great little costume! It looks so real!" "Are you a goblin? Bloody fantastic!" "Let me guess? An alien! Brilliant." And so on and so forth. It was tough for the other orphan kids, with their makeshift costumes with the frayed hems and random stains, items barely thrown together to make a good outfit. But, me! I came pre-ready for Halloween night.
I loved Halloween when I was young. I often got a lot of attention, but none nearly as positive and flattering as on that night. Going around from house to house was a blast, and I loved it. Plus, the candy! All those generous people just giving away stuff! Never knew such kindness as on that night.
But then I grew up, and I understood. I understood what all of that meant. That the only night I was accepted by society was one of make belief, where people didn't have to face reality. Where scary creatures were of the norm, and praised and adored.
But it's only one night of the year. 1 in 365. The only day I could fit in.
And people wonder why I do what I do now. Sheesh.