Let me tell you a story that doesn't exist.

A babe out in the rain wails as she can, the cold seeps through like a dangerous mist.

A stoplight flashes in the dark. Yellow, yellow, yellow.

The babe wails on.

A cat cries, a shadow darts along.

A door creaks open.

The babe wails on.

"Shh shh." Says the stranger so softly.

The babe's wails quiet.

A streetlight flickers and dims.

"It'll be okay, little one. Shh shh, everything's okay. Shh shh, everything's okay."

Silence reigns, the mist swirls and the shadows count down in patience, awaiting the dim streetlight's last desperate flicker.

Shadows are hungry and rain pitter patters on poor rooftops.

The stranger takes the babe inside.

The streetlight flickers and dims, flickers and dims. It dies. All that remains is the stoplight. Yellow, yellow, yellow.

The world dies a quiet death and silence and shadows swirl in the mist.


Happy Halloween! Remember children, treats not tricks! Kirby, put the eggs away! No egging profiles!