Ok, here's mine. It's a little over 500 words.
Friday afternoon, Sara McKenzie was standing in front of the kitchen
sink feeling sorry for herself. “God”, she thought. “It was
that time again: football season and Halloween.”
Sara resignedly bet herself that she’d get stuck taking the kids around
again. After all, Halloween this year was on a Monday
night. Suddenly a glimmer of an idea began to form and she
excitedly, half ran to the wall phone and called her best friend Marge.
During Sunday’s afternoon game, Sara hesitantly approached the subject
of Halloween with her husband. Fortunately it was halftime and
Bill had come into the kitchen for another beer.
“Hey babe, wanna fit in a quickie before the kickoff?” he leered at her.
“Thanks hon, but I wouldn’t want to make you fall asleep and miss the
second half. By the way, do you mind if I take the kids with me
for Trick or Treat this year?”
As she expected, Bill heartily agreed. He went back to the couch
with his beer, unable to believe his good luck in escaping yet another
argument over ‘who does what with the kids’.
Monday night came, and Sara was pleased with her costume. She was
dressed as a 1940's gumshoe, a la Sam Spade. Leaning over the
sofa’s edge so she didn’t block Bill’s ESPN review of the same games he
had just watched, she pecked his cheek and told him ‘not to worry if
she and the kids were late returning’.
Taking their two children, she drove over to Marge’s house. Marge
and their other best girl friend, Louise, were there waiting for
her. Denise, their regular babysitter was also there. As
Sara checked the kids costumes, she reminded Denise of all the Trick Or
Treat rules: check the candy, be back at Marge’s by eleven, two choices
only tonight and then everyone off to the pajama party upstairs with
some pizza and Wallace and Grommet on the DVD.
Denise said she had it all down, “Like it’s SO not rocket
science.” The three women smiled and left the house wearing
identical costumes. They began cruising their neighborhood and
stopped first at the address of Bill’s boss, Jim Anderson.
Getting out of the car, Louise nervously asked, “Are you sure this is such a great idea?”
“Relax Lou," Marge said. "I’m sick and tired of being a Monday night widow. Anyone see any kids?”
Sara and Louise answered “No.” and they headed for the door. As
they stood on the stoop, Sara rang the bell. When Mrs. Anderson
answered, she was looking down into her large bowl of M&Ms, “Ok,
now. Just take two... Oh! Good evening ladies. My
what interesting costumes. Where are the children.”
Marge answered, “They’ll be around later Janet. Is Jim in?”
“Yes he is, he’s getting ready for the game. I’ll go get him. Is anything wrong?”
“No Janet. Nothing’s wrong. We just want to show him something.”
Janet went and spoke to her husband, and he followed he back to the
door. As he approached, the three women flashed open their
trenchcoats revealing exactly what they wore underneath: nothing.
They leaned forward and broke into a cheer.
“NFL. NFL. Gee but Monday’s gone to Hell.”
“Look at her, look at me.”
“Aren’t we better than T.V.”
Almost falling down from laughter, the women closed their trenchcoats
and ran out the door. As they hurried back to the car, Sara said,
“Ok girls, who’s next?”