[ zita steps out of her household to set a lit carved pumpkin down on the porch, wanting to get the 'feeling' of the season right. for all that's strange and disorienting, zita has to admit she's happy all hallow's eve is still a thing. it's a comfort to see children asking for treats, houses dressed up in decorations, the cool wind of the evening carrying laughter, chatter...
... and the growing sounds of a fight happening next door.
frowning, zita is quick to inform her 'children' she'll be right back and closes/locks the door behind her before heading to the fence. ]
Excuse me- Excuse me- [ her voice, though soft, is firm and insistent. it should be heard over the din of squabbling- children? ] Is something the matter?
[ one of the children in the group turns at the sound of her voice and perks up at the sight of her. the little girl points at the (much) older boy, stomping her feet while she hugs her candy bag close to her chest. ]
He's trying to take my candy! It's mine! Make him go away!
( prompt: always check your candy, a. )
... and the growing sounds of a fight happening next door.
frowning, zita is quick to inform her 'children' she'll be right back and closes/locks the door behind her before heading to the fence. ]
Excuse me- Excuse me- [ her voice, though soft, is firm and insistent. it should be heard over the din of squabbling- children? ] Is something the matter?
[ one of the children in the group turns at the sound of her voice and perks up at the sight of her. the little girl points at the (much) older boy, stomping her feet while she hugs her candy bag close to her chest. ]
He's trying to take my candy! It's mine! Make him go away!