MES: Trick or Treat

Danse Macabre

Written By: gooddaymel

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'No matter one's station in life, the Dance of Death unites us all."

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It's the last day October.

He is sitting on his sofa, enveloped by the comfort of his warm living room and yet, he could still smell it- the cool scent of the night's autumn air. He smiled to himself. He carefully grabbed the cup of his not-so-hot-tea-anymore on that circular table beside him, and was about to take a sip when he heared his mobile phone started ringing all of a sudden. Slightly startled, he immediately put down the cup back and glanced up to the enormous grandfather's clock that is hanging on the wall instead. The one that was once belonged to his father, Kevin Barber.

The moment he confirmed the time, his eyes instantly sparkled with an elusive excitement that they seldom picture anymore.

10:00 in the evening.

Without further ado, he stood up and quickly walked over towards his bedroom. Inside, he opened the wardrobe and took out that new set of clothing that he specifically acquired for that day's use. It was an elegant looking three piece suit that consists of a pair of black trousers, knee length-charcoal grey coat and a black knitted turtleneck top.

And of course what is an exquisite suit without a luxurious pair of shoes eh? So he then pulled out one black velvet box next from under his bed, which contains a brand new pair of sleek and stylish brown leather boots that he received as a gift from his sister Laura last Christmas.

He carefully placed everything on top of his bed and then went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. After a couple of minutes, all done, he came back to his room and started meticulously putting onto himself those pieces of clothing that he prepared earlier.

Later dressed, he then walked towards the vanity table in front of his bed and picked up his bottle of hair gel. He poured several drops onto his palm, clasped them together and mixed the solution before applying it to his hair. He's been wearing the military cut for quite some time now so with just the help of a few hair comb strokes, he finished styling it in no time at all. After, he picked up his wristwatch from the bedside table and put it on his left hand. He opened the table's first drawer as well and took out a single stem white rose that he had collected from their garden earlier and adorn it to his coat's chest pocket.

Now almost all set, he took a look at his 37 year old self in that full body length mirror he has inside the room. A small smile instantly graced his lips at what he saw. He whimsically sprayed a wisp of his favorite perfume on his neck and wrists next as end touch before exiting the bedroom. He went to look for his mobile phone that was left in the living room first, then walked straight to the coat rack to grab his black fedora. He put on the stylish hat ever so carefully so as to not ruin his hair on the process before finally opening the main door of the house.

The chilling breeze automatically welcomed him as soon as he stepped outside. Suddenly, his body shook a little as an involuntary response. But he could hardly care about that minute stuff. Surely, in his mind, nothing can taint that overwhelming gleam and anticipation that he's feeling at the moment.

He took a quick glimpse at his wrist watch.

11:15PM.

Perfect. He thought.

With his normal pace, it would take him a more or less 25 minute walk to reach the town's plaza. Meaning, he still has an ample amount of time to rest a bit before the clock ticks at midnight.