Halloween Short Story

Last year marked the 13th anniversary of my cousin’s death and the birth of her grandson.  I’m reminded of the tragic way her life was taken each year on Halloween. Don’t get me wrong.  I love the holiday and enjoy seeing the kiddies all dressed up in various costumes.

I finally purged my recollection of the family and neighbor’s accounts, the story I heard first-hand from her fiance, and evidence presented in court into my first non-fiction short story.  Names have been changed to protect the innocent, of course.

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