Nov. 1 8AM
“Coast is clear. Car pulled out of the driveway.”
“OK troops, let’s do this.”
“I thought they’d never leave this morning.”
“Kids probably ate themselves into a sugar coma last night and couldn’t move.”
“Less talking, more climbing, troops.”
“To the victor go the spoils.”
“Dig in, baby.”
“Oh God, I can’t believe I ate that much. I can’t move.”
“What will they think when they find us here, your majesty?”
This version of what really happens to your kids’ Halloween candy every year was written in response to this week’s Write on Edge Red Writing Hood prompt, which asked for an under 200 word story describing my version of 8 o’clock in tribute to David Wiesner’s children’s picture book Tuesday.
Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.