October Thirtieth

Margaret Levartemit does not know why she has not yet died.

She has not aged in over ninety years. Surely, she'd be six feet under by now.

For nearly a century, Margaret has had the same wrinkle-less, pale face, an identical copy of her "younger" self's upturned nose, and a mirror image of her late teenage years' hollowed cheeks, and she has yet to find a reason for why she still looks twenty-five.

And how come, on every October thirtieth, she bumps into the same man . . . who looks just as young as she does?

[cover by @surroundedbythorns]
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