Within the flames

A pandemonion of parrots

Crackling voices

Flying from roof to roof

To settle

And land again and again

Rooftop after rooftop

Feathers of flame

Gentle caresses that lead to crippling paint

And yet

A phantasm of colour

A thing of beauty

In its own way

For one, life bringer, sustainer

For another, murderer of cool...

The mist was coming in again, reducing the world from a vast emptiness to a lonely void surrounded by the crumbling stones. Harry held his glow in the dark pumpkin before him, filled nearly to overflowing with candy and chocolate bars. He wasn’t afraid.

‘Hello little skeleton.’ The dead lady by the tree was in a really good costume, her latex mask bending with her face as she spoke. ‘Will you come...