Flash Fiction Theme- Halloween
Tammy grumbles as she walks out of the mall, pulling her bags closer to her when the summer heat hits her. Gray clouds roll over the once blue sky, rain threatens to fall. It hadn’t called for rain today, but here it was. She looks around as others run to their cars, trying to beat the rain.
Tammy steps off the curb and heads for her car. She ignores the fear growing inside of her when she feels a drop on her hand. Speeding her walk, she gets to her car and sits inside just as the autumn rain falls. Putting down her visor, she opens the mirror and looks at herself.
“Shoot! I need to get home and fix that right away.” She closes the visor, slips on her sunglasses so no one can see the mess underneath, and drives off.
Making sure to not get caught for speeding, Tammy hurries home. She glances in the rearview mirror once in a while to make sure that the mess under her sunglasses isn’t leaking out.
Once home, Tammy heads inside where her husband is in the office in a meeting. She pokes her head in and waves before she heads up the spiral staircase to the second floor of their massive mansion.
She scurries into their bedroom and takes off the sunglasses. She peeks in the mirror of her vanity and groans. Half of her face is sliding down her cheek from the rain.
Tammy sits down and tries to push it back into place, but the damage is done. The rain has messed up her face. “Now I’ll have to take this head in to get it redone. I was hoping to wear it to the party tonight.”
Tammy shakes her head and stands, walking to their closet. She heads to the back of the closet and pushes the long coats to one side. Hidden behind the coats is a door. Tammy punches in the code and listens to the door hiss before it pops open. She walks in, turns on the light, and walks down the long aisle, staring at the heads on the left side, her heads.
She smiles and turns to look behind her at one of her husband’s heads. “Hi sweetheart. Can you believe it? The summer rain got me again. You’d think I had learned my lesson and keep the umbrella with me at all times.” She sighs deeply and shrugs.
“Well, since you can’t wear that one, may I suggest number 43? The cute redhead with the green eyes and freckles? You can be Merida for the Halloween party instead of Lady Macbeth. I can change my costume, and head, too. I can go as one of the princes she was supposed to marry or something.”
Tammy nods. “I think that is a great idea.” She bops the nose of the head before she turns to the pedestal with the number 15 on it.
She takes the head off, places it on the pedestal, and carefully makes her way to number 43. Placing the new head on, and making sure it’s secure, she smiles her ruby red lips. “Perfect. I don’t wear this one enough,” she says, a strong Scottish accent bubbling out of her mouth. With a nod, she walks out of the hidden room, closes and locks the door, and goes about her business of getting her new costume together.