Black is for Girls

Something Creepy for Halloween by Oliver Cassidy



On the dreary evening before Allhallows Eve, in the small town of St. Julius, Illinois, Mr. Bannister, the portly butcher, worked late into the evening. He was chopping and wrapping meat. He'd pluck an expertly sliced meat cube, squeeze out the juice, wrap the wrung morsel in cellophane, then wrap the cellophane with colored paper. The morsels wrapped in orange were for boys. Those in black were for girls.



On Halloween night, a girl named Melinda knocked on Mr. Bannister's door. She was dressed as a witch. She held a broom which didn't fly. "Trick or treat," she said.

"Why not both?" said Mr. Bannister. He reached into her ear and pulled something out, something wrapped in black. Melinda became uncomfortable.

"For you," said Mr. Bannister. He dropped his creation into her goodie bag.

"Thanks," said Melinda. She turned and left. She left in a hurry. Mr. Bannister watched her until she turned the corner and disappeared from view.

"Black is for girls," said Mr. Bannister. He smiled the creepiest of smiles.