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The three friends were pleasantly conversing and laughing while they worked, having developed a decent assembly line for planting the wildflower seeds as well as re-potting the herbs into their biodegradable containers. A majority of the work had been accomplished by the time lunch rolled around, Jack having earlier poked his head in the breakroom to grab everyone’s order for a sandwich delivery.

“What are you doing over there, Lazare?” Lola asked, noticing Lazare had taken a marker and was beginning to draw along one side of the containers of their previously potted seeds and plants.

“I am infusing these containers with sigils that symbolize growth,” Lazare replied, turning the plant base around for Lola and Modesta to see his markings. He had drawn a triangle with circles at each point along with a cross which cut through its center, where two more circles were drawn at the ends of the horizontal line of the crossbeam. “The circles connecting the triangle shape represent us from the blessing, and these circles outside the triangle are Jack and Professor Glenbrook. Even though they’re not ‘here’ at the moment, they’re part of what we’re ultimately doing in breaking the curse, so I wanted to make sure they were included, too.”

“That’s so cool,” Lola said in awe, staring wonderingly at the unique shape.

“I love that idea,” complimented Modesta at the same time.

“Thanks,” he replied proudly. “I wanted to make sure that we try and cover every aspect in breaking the curse by boosting the blessing as much as possible.”

“No harm in adding extra magic,” Modesta agreed.

“Can I make one too?” asked Lola, feeling inspired.

“Of course! What do you want your sigil to represent?” Lazare questioned.

“Love,” came the easy, simple reply. “Poor Mr. Green Man has been heartbroken for so long, I want him to be able to have a whole heart again.”

“That sounds perfect. Draw whatever it is that represents ‘love’ for you in this instance, and then draw it on the plants next to mine,” Lazare said. Delightedly, Lola took out a notebook and pen from her purse to begin doodling ideas for her sigil, playing around with shapes and lines until she was satisfied with what she created while the others continued with the remainder of the seeds. After a few attempts at brainstorming something innovative, she was able to land on an image she felt gave the notion for love justice, and turning the pad of paper out for her friends to give their opinions, she revealed her sigil.

“What do you think?” she asked, her design on full display.

“Oh, Lola, that’s beautiful,” Modesta commented, looking at Lola’s drawing. “You added a heart to Lazare’s growth sigil.”

“It honestly just seemed to ‘fit’, you know?” Lola shyly laughed. “So now we have symbols that represent both growth in life, and growth in love.”

“It’s perfect,” Lazare confirmed, admiring the addition to the sigil. “See? It’s already working, growing even through its design.”

“I even added this circle down here at the bottom,” Lola added, pointing to the loop at the end of the cross symbol. “It’s for Rosamunde. She had to original love for Mr. Green Man, so her spirit needs to be involved since she’s been trying to break the curse since the beginning.”

“It’s perfect,” Lazare stated, giving Lola a charming smile. Her own grin spreading wide, Lola went to adding her unique touch to the potted plants and seeds in their containers.

“Hey, guys, food’s here,” Jack announced, knocking on the doorframe to gain everyone’s attention. Happily and hungrily, the three stood from their table of littered mounds of soil, taking turns washing off their dirt coated hands while Jack locked up for lunch, turning the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’ on the door, making sure to mark the time when business would resume. The four then gathered around the checkout counter to partake of the midday meal, seeing as the only conventional tabletop was currently occupied.

“How much more is left to be done with re-potting and planting?” Jack asked as he passed around the lot of sandwiches.

“I think we’re nearly done,” Modesta answered. “There’s roughly about twenty more containers to fill, and then we should be good to go.”

“Do you think it’ll be enough to fully break the curse?” Lola asked. “Mr. Green Man never told us the exact number of seeds to plant.”

“We won’t really know until Halloween when we can get back to the hollow tree and plant them,” Lazare shrugged, “but I have a feeling what we have will be plenty enough to break the curse," he concluded encouragingly.

Lola’s phone pinged at that moment from her back pocket, and she frowned as she read the message lighting her screen. “Oh, pooh. Hey, would you guys be opposed to me taking one of the plants home to show Raphael? This is a text from him,” she said, waving her phone. “He got pulled into a staff meeting and won’t be able to help us with what’s left, but I’d like to show him what we’ve done, if that’s okay.”

“I don’t mind,” Modesta said.

“Sounds good to me,” Lazare agreed, Jack nodding alongside him, no one seeing or anticipating a problem if Lola wanted to bring one of the plants home with her to show the absent companion to their group. Continuing on, the conversations between the friends passed easily amongst their clustered assembly while they ate, the pleasant chatter a constant flow of being light and breezy, and after lunch was finished and the checkout counter had been cleaned of wrappings and crumbs, Jack re-opened the store while the others went to finish their task in the breakroom. Once the seeds were planted and the herbs repotted, the three stood back to admire their accomplishments.

“This will work” Lola stated, her eyes roving the greenery, assessing all they had done, hope rising that Mr. Green Man’s sufferings were soon coming to an end once they could put the plants in the ground come Halloween. “I really do believe this will work.”

“I have high hopes in the situation myself,” Lazare concurred.

“Thank you for being on this adventure with me, guys. I wouldn’t have been able to do nearly half of this stuff on my own.”

“The job’s not over yet,” Modesta reminded. “We’re only half way through, for next comes planting these bad boys. Now, any particular plant you are thinking of taking home with you?”

“I’m drawn to this one,” Lola said, selecting a canister of rosemary, cradling it lovingly in her hands. “I’m glad we were able to get this done and out of the way now. It’s coming down to the wire with getting ready for my Halloween party, plus, I completely forgot about the bake sale I signed up for to donate in the Harvest Festival this weekend.”

“What are you planning on making?” Modesta asked, intrigued.

“Pizza skulls.” Lola couldn’t help but laugh at Lazare’s confused and startled expressing at hearing the name of the baked item, whereas Modesta, who was accustomed to her friend’s weird propensity for the macabre, in baked goods or otherwise, merely rolled her eyes at the near predictable answer. “They’re my specialty,” she added with a saucy wink. “They’re baked with love. Or, at least, they will be once I can get to the grocery store. Sorry to garden and run, but I need to skedaddle.”

“We’ll walk you out,” Modesta offered. Lola welcomed the company as she gathered her belongings and headed out the main door, waving a farewell to Jack as she departed from Curios and Oddities. Getting into her car, she set her earlier treasures from the store as well as the pot of rosemary on her front seat, and looking to the inconspicuous herb, a devious thought began to brew in her mind.

“It wouldn’t hurt to make a little detour,” she said to the plant, a mischievous smile lifting the corners of her mouth, and with her mind set, Lola drove her car in the opposite direction of the grocery store, setting her sights instead towards an old, half-neglected graveyard.

In the daylight hours, it was far easier for Lola to see her way clearly through the thicket of overgrown weeds, tree roots, and other debris of Nature’s floor that lay carpeted in leaves and branches, however she still managed to procure a decent amount of bodily decorations while stumbling through the uneven terrain as twigs from low hanging branches or thorns caught her limbs and face. Protectively shielding her precious herb, she trudged onward, remembering thankfully the general whereabouts of how to locate the hollow tree, and sure enough, her sense of direction guided her to the embankment of bramble weeds that hid the small clearing where the scarred tree patiently waited for her return.

“Hello, hollow tree,” she grunted gracelessly upon tripping up to the marred trunk. She wistfully gazed at the jagged bark, tracing the rim of the lightning gash with her fingers, a pang of sadness to her eyes as her thoughts briefly touched on the tragedy of years passed, but squashed the gloom to focus on why she was there to begin with at the base of the tree. “Okie dokie. Let’s get to work!” she cheerily proclaimed, patting the tree exuberantly.

“Shit, I didn’t bring a shovel,” Lola realized. She stared at the ground in thought, humming as her mind raced to critically think to problem solve the slight setback to her agenda. “I can still make this work, I just need a decent sized rock.” Lola shrugged out of her jacket, and draped the heavy fabric in a pocket amongst the roots of the innocuous tree, setting the potted herb on top before going over to the edges of the clearing to search for a rock to fill her digging needs.

Finding one roughly the same proportion in comparison to her hand, she came back to the roots of the hollow tree, knelt down, and began chipping away at the ground, creating a sizable hole for her plant. Much to her delight, the earth beneath her was malleable, and in a matter of minutes, she had a tunnel deep enough into the ground for the rosemary to sit comfortably within its new home. She wiped off her sweat coated brow with the back of her hand, then sat cross-legged fully on the ground to get comfortable, tossing the rock aside in favor of holding the small container of greenery. She inspected the sigil markings reverently, her thumb caressing the symbols in a loving gesture, perfectly content to sit peacefully in the softness of the forest at the base of the hollow tree, grounding and connecting with the earth, surrounded by nature’s encompassing embrace.

“All right, little guy,” Lola instructed towards the plant. “I don’t expect you to break the curse completely on your own, but maybe you can help to start the process by weakening it a little, at least.” She gave the leaves of the tiny plant a soft kiss before placing it in the ground, packing dirt around the small bundle securely. She then took out a water bottle from her purse and poured the clear liquid around the base of the herb, making sure to saturate the soil enough for the rosemary to get a full drink of water. “We’re supposed to get rain these next few days, so I won’t need to worry too much about making sure to water you,” she said, brushing the stems through her fingers in a caring gesture.

“Grow big and grow strong,” she said while standing, cleaning dirt from her hands against her thighs as well as dusting off her backside. “I’ll be back in a few days to check on you. Keep well.” Taking up her discarded jacket and other possessions, Lola turned from the clearing with a smile on her face as well as in her heart, pleased and confident she was one step closer to freeing the Hobblin’ Goblin, the misunderstood gnome, the Green Man, from the terrible fate that fettered him both in name and spirit. With the blessings from the prayer triangle and the sigils for growth and love fueling the plants, seeds, and soil, the adventure was nearing complete, the mystery of the Hobblin’ Goblin one for the books, case closed, and problem solved. Although there lingered a small pit of sorrow for not having Mr. Goblin, her ever-faithful childhood companion, continue to haunt the town, Lola knew that freeing his spirit outweighed the comforts of her old routines and perceptions, and thus departed into the Dead Forest with ease of mind and heart.

They were kindred spirits, after all, and she vowed to always keep a special place for him in her heart, so as to never be fully without memory of the Hobblin’ Goblin. It was with these blissful thoughts filling her mind that prompted no desire to look back over her shoulder at the humble herb, yet if she had, Lola would have witnessed the vibrant plant lose its luster, its leaves turn brown and brittle, crumbling into ash, transforming into a dead and broken sprig of rosemary.

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Bonus! Here are what the sigils look like, for those of you wondering:

~Melissa

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When you're a snow-unicorn, you forage in the snow. Learn more about these magnificent creatures at Torn World!

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Our Blood Ties funding campaign has been re-done. We now have the images for our t-shirt, bumper sticker, & postcard. We also decided to film all, or nearly all, of the film in Pennsylvania. Check out our new campaign. Shares and donations are always appreciated. These items WILL NOT be made available outside of the funding campaign. Our digital download, DVD, & Blu-ray copies will be. #kyskornerproductions #bloodties #Supportbloodties #supportindiefilm #indiefilm #indigogo #featurefilm #film #filmmaker #jacktheripper #hhholmes #suspense #thriller #productioncompany #distribution #smallbusiness #funding #amcreating #sagaftra https://igg.me/at/blood-ties-pre-pro/x/22019084#/ (Link in bio) (at Ky's Korner Productions LLC) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0-Fguan6Ov/?igshid=1x4i14z5sert1

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Such a tremendous experience collaborating on stage with Ken Troop, Greg Street and John Erskine at South by Southwest in Austin, Texas. Cheers and thank you @sxsw @robertsspaceind @riotgames #sxsw #gaming #gamer #gamedev #amwriting #amcreating #fiction #books #videogames #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvKbQ62h1fT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1a9rsfrr7y04o

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Thank you Gloria and Chris for your love. ❤ So happy to help people as a creative coach and a medium! If you are a lightworker who wants to get your business going, or needs help with the design I am starting to take clients. My rates and specific services can be found on my business page via this link or the link in my bio: https://linktr.ee/alyssaimaginist If you are looking for guidance toward your life's purpose, and how to better connect to your Angel's and spirit guides, I am also offering channeled readings and one on one channeling practice through my medium business page, also found at this link or the link in my bio: https://linktr.ee/alyssaimaginist Or connect me directly at: [email protected] #lightworker #lightwork #medium #mediumship #tarot #tarotcommunity #tarotreading #angelcards #oraclecards #ascension #selflove #innerstrength #motherearth #loveandlight #spiritualwriting #tarotreading meditation #spiritcommunication #spiritguides #creativelife #amcreating #designer #intuitivebusiness #innerguidance #intuitivereader #imaginist #alyssaimaginist #storyteller https://www.instagram.com/p/BuewlcIhqbz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6snx7bk94x2j

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I'm loving my new workspace! Currently in the draft-stage of book 2 in the Water Witcher series. Working on some other fun things that I'll be announcing soon. Stay tuned, creeps! 💀🖤🔪 #workspace #amwriting #draft #waterwitcher #fantasyseries #wip #indieauthorsofinstagram #indiepublishing #writelife #cakeandcaffeine #amcreating #writingcommunity (at Las Vegas, Nevada) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs4qmoEHrTw/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mnhd2cj2ic6c

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Just another topic I loved from Artist's Way that's really helped in my healing journey that still involves creating more and reaching out, instead of pulling away completely.

How to Take Critique:

Take it all in all at once, get it over with.

Jot down what bothered you about it.

Jot down what could be useful.

Nurture yourself by rereading your good reviews and compliments.

Remember art is allowed to go through an ugly duckling stage.

Look again at the critique, are there any triggers to your past?

Write a response back defending your work and saying what was useful. (Do not send this response!!)

Get back on the horse: Creativity heals!

Anyone else tried this process? I've tried it twice now and the creativity that I do afterward is super healing, for myself to be fair and maybe not for public consumption, but reminds me how much creativity is fun and healing. Also got me to feel like I stood on solid ground: myself, who I am, and my integrity. How'd it feel for you?

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I've been challenging myself by not writing in the autobiographical space....This quote is helping me free up my #imagination Think of it like improv on paper. Escaping real life...vacation on the page into another world...just like acting...escape into world of your characters...ask them when you don't know where the story goes next...#augustwilson did this. It really worked for him! It will for US too!! #notetoself #amwriting #amcreating #backtothegrillagain https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch7RUwjuvYm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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michellegflye · 3 years ago

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Poem: Hypercreativity by Michelle Garren-Flye

It’s been a beat since my last update. Since then, I’ve spoken to a group of writers about my love of poetry and how it dropped me a rescue line during Covid. And I’ve had an explosion of creativity that has… …brought me to a screeching halt. How is that possible? When my brain is firing all its creative cylinders, how is it I can’t seem to create anything? And it’s not totally true that I’m…

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In a North-eastern valley nestled between an expanse of mighty oaks and towering maples rests the quaint little town known as Newberry. Small though it may be compared to other cities, the town itself is not without a thriving hub of activity, holding lush farmlands to the west, a bustling wharf to the east, a prestigious University to the south, and a historic site of the old mine trains for coal operations to the North, though, no longer in working order, still holds a popular tourist appeal of a glimpse into life from years gone by. Now was the time, in the changing of the season, where summer’s last lingering vestiges of warmth touched the land to give way to autumn’s frosty nights, that Newberry lived up to her reputation as a town being entirely haunted.

The singular legend that encompasses the unassuming town dates back as far as the early days of its settlement. It was believed a mischievous goblin, who lived deep in the thicket of hawthorn trees, appears when the air becomes crisp and scented of cinnamon, a sign that witches had begun their harvest to prepare for all Hallows Eve. At night fall, he hobbles around from house to house playing practical jokes wherever he can, the thumping drag of his wooden crutch made from a broken broomstick is heard as he scurries away to play his next prank before disappearing once more into the thicket at daybreak. As the town grew, so with it did the claims of this haunting behavior from the limping goblin, consistently causing such merry mischief, that his tricks are of a second nature to the community, and not a day goes by where there is little mention of the Hobblin’ Goblin.

This goblin is a favorite character amongst the charming town of Newberry, particularly to that of the young school children, as they made up games and songs about the specter, or repeated rhymes passed down from older siblings, cheerfully running across the schoolyards, reenacting tales of the playful fiend. To the adults, however, a minor inconvenience of misplaced car keys or the flickering of a light was met with the knowledge that the Hobblin’ Goblin had just played his latest prank. His popularity in the township grew to such a large extent over the course of development, that every October, when his mischief appears most at its height, the town has a special event dedicated in his honor during the Harvest Festival.

He is celebrated and loved by near every citizen in Newberry. Few find him to be a myth alone, and fewer still disbelieve in the Hobblin’ Goblin all together, but the residents are happy with their troublemaking mascot, and usually leave well enough alone, quietly anticipating when and where and to whom his schemes would strike next. One person, in particular, who had the greatest love for the goblin and held whimsy in her heart and cherished the mystical beliefs with the exuberance of a child herself, was a young woman named Lola, who found herself at the present, walking blissfully down a sidewalk lined with large, old maple trees. The leaves on the thick branches had just begun turning their kaleidoscope display of brilliant golds and burning oranges mixing with the array of vibrant reds, the healthy green of chlorophyll still bleeding from the centers of the star-shaped foliage towards the edges to create a type of color harmony that only nature could produce.

Along this stretch of sidewalk, where the maple trees displayed their autumn canopy, and this vibrant young woman trod, the townspeople became the heartwarming community that gave Newberry its perpetual charm, with a farmer’s market taking up two blocks for fresh produce and other goods, to the small business owners ranging in a wide spectrum of products and services from restaurants to antiques dealers. One such building had green eyes sparkling with delight, and flipping long, red hair over her shoulder, Lola waltzed up to the costume store, pushing open the heavy door, and disappearing inside.

The chime above the threshold signaled her arrival, and a costume clerk dressed in a pinstriped buttoned shirt, a handsome double breasted waistcoat, and thin, wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose came out from a rack of old fashioned prison uniforms to greet the newly entered patron. Recognizing her immediately, the jovial shop owner greeted her warmly.

“Ah! Good morning, Lola,” he said, rolling the rack of black and white garments into its proper place.

“Good morning, Mr. Jasons,” Lola returned happily.

“How are you doing this fine autumn day?”

“Perfectly spooky, thank you,” she replied with a wide smile.

“Glad to hear it. How may I be of service?”

“I’m here to pick up those couples’ costumes I ordered. Your assistant called and said they would be ready today.”

“Of course, of course,” agreed the man. “I believe they’re in the back. Wait right there, and I shall fetch them for you.”

“Take your time,” Lola said while picking up a shopping basket. Her wandering eyes had already begun their greedy perusal of the Halloween decorations on the other side of the store, begging her to go and explore the creepy wares. “I’ll just look around.” There were already two little ghost figurines in her basket by the time she turned from Mr. Jasons, oblivious to his amused chuckle as he watched her put more items in her basket before disappearing into the backroom to retrieve her order.

Lola, to put it simply, absolutely loved Halloween. She loved the enchantment of Halloween, of the possibilities for “spookies”, what she preferred to call ghost-like activity, or the chance for realHalloween magic to take place. Her best childhood memories were of her parents taking her to the neighborhood costumed block party on Halloween night, one homeowner in particular, turning his garage into a spook-filled dream of neon and strobe lights, large set props and décor, funky music, and her favorite feature of the show, the live-action vampire who would rise up from his coffin. Where most kids screamed and ran away in delighted fright, Lola stared on, awestruck at the vampire popping in and out of focus due to the strobe light effect, mesmerized instead of terrified, and from that moment on, securing her adoration for this spook-tacular holiday.

Just as her body grew, so did her love and imagination for Halloween, her most treasured haunted tale being that of the Hobblin’ Goblin. The playful imp had become a solid tradition in her family, carrying over into her adulthood. Lola had always pictured this particular goblin as a companion, and developed a unique bond with the legend, oftentimes make believing that the Hobblin’ Goblin was even her imaginary friend, her classmates at school hearing her conversations with the fictitious trickster in the shrubs behind the swing sets on the playground. It was in these beginning stages of adolescence that Lola had a reputation for being known as the “weird one”, but instead of having the label weigh her down and change her heart, she embraced the term, and was thus able to fortunately keep the whimsical demeanor of her spirit intact.

It was with her purity in love for Halloween itself that she was easily filling her shopping basket with garlands of felt-shaped ghosts and pumpkin pies, selecting a strand of jack-o-lanterns as well for good measure, her mind spinning with a thousand thoughts of decorating uses with her newly acquired treasures. As she was inspecting a pair of vampire-themed nutcrackers, Mr. Jasons returned from the back storage room, his arms laden with two large, clear plastic garment bags.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he huffed, heaving the heavy bundles of fabric onto the checkout counter. “Would you like to try yours on to make sure the alterations are to your liking?”

“Thank you, but I’m afraid I don’t have the time right now. I’m already running late for my next appointment as it is,” Lola apologized.

“I understand,” Mr. Jasons nodded. “Try them on when you get home, and if you or your fiancé have any problems with the fit, you can bring them right back and we’ll take care of it for you.”

“Your work speaks for itself, Mr. Jasons, I’m sure there won’t be a single problem. Now, there’s just the little matter of dealing with this,” and Lola gave her own huff of a grunt as she plopped the overflowing shopping basket of props, decorations, and accessories onto the counter.

“Were you able to leave anything behind for the rest of my customers?” the happy clerk asked as he began taking care of her purchases.

“I left a fair amount,” Lola quipped. “Besides, you know I can’t resist something as cute as this little guy.” She held up a fat, overly stuffed bowling pin shaped plushy in the guise of Dracula made out of wool and batting. “He practically begged me to take him home.” She then held the décor piece out to Mr. Jasons, and in an overly dramatic dialect of the famed vampire, began to make him speak.

“I vant to go home vit you, and live on your table.”

“Well, if that’s the case, how can you deny the Count?”

“No one can,” Lola replied, still in her play-tone of the infamous bloodsucker. As the two were laughing at the impromptu puppet show, the lights above them began to flicker, dancing between off and on before shutting down completely, the power having gone out. The only light source was from the large plate glass windows allowing the sunlight to shine through, although, now in half-darkness, the filtered lighting caused long, creepy shadows to fall across the floor due to the costumed mannequins in the window display. Lola looked to Mr. Jasons with gleeful, wide-eyed wonderment, unable to hide the unbridled joy on her face as the lights went out.

“It’s the Hobblin’ Goblin,” she whispered excitedly. Mr. Jasons, slightly more annoyed than mystified, gave Lola a smile before investigating the blackout. Walking towards the door, he looked to his neighbors flanking his left and right, and saw that they seemed to be operating on full power.

“It looks like I’m the only one with the outage,” he concluded.

“I wonder why the Hobblin’ Goblin chose to make your lights go out,” Lola wondered aloud.

“I think there’s probably more of a reasonable explanation than the Goblin,” Mr. Jasons suggested, taking position at his register once more. “It’s most likely a power surge.”

“Do power surges happen often in your store?” Lola asked.

“No, not entirely.”

“Then there you have it! It’s the Hobblin’ Goblin’s latest prank,” Lola cheered. “What a great way to start the beginning of October.”

“While I’m happy you are finding this amusing,” Mr. Jasons drawled, “without power, I cannot operate my register, which means youcan’t buy your decorations.”

“Oh. I didn’t think about that,” Lola said, tapping her bottom lip in thought. “Oh! I’ve got an idea. Mr. Goblin! Could you turn the power back on for Mr. Jasons and me, please?” Lola called sweetly into the darkened store, waiting to see if the trickster would reply. Before the store owner could share his frustrated opinion on the matter, the dragging sound of a crutch could be heard sliding across the floor of the back storeroom behind Mr. Jasons, followed by a heavy thump, as if a box had fallen from a shelf. The sound startled both people, but the burst of fright was quickly replaced by a breath of relief, for the lights began to flicker themselves awake once more, the hum of the register coming alive as power seemed to be returned to the building.

“Thank you, Mr. Goblin,” Lola sang, then, turning to the half-surprised costume clerk, added smugly, “told you it was the Hobblin’ Goblin.”

“Lola, it would not surprise me if you were part witch yourself,” Mr. Jasons laughed lightly, shaking his head in disbelief as the power came back on.

“I never said I wasn’t,” she winked.

“Why don’t you get to your next appointment? It’ll take a while before the register comes back online, and by the time you’re finished, I’ll have all of this ready for you,” Mr. Jasons advised.

“Are you sure that won’t be too much trouble for you?”

“It’s no trouble at all.”

“Well…all right, then. Thank you.” Lola went to give the bowling pin plushy to Mr. Jasons, but he waved her off, refusing to take the item.

“Keep it,” he said. “Take him with you. He might protect you from any more attacks made by the Hobblin’ Goblin.” Thankfully, Lola held the plushy close, squeezing it tight in a loving embrace.

“He’ll be a great protector,” Lola agreed. “And probably give my fiancé a run for his money,” she teasingly added. “I’ll be back this afternoon.”

“I’ll see you then. Be well.” With a wave goodbye, Lola left the costume store, and with her new friend perched on her hip, took in the mid-morning sun with new vigor in her veins, thanks to the mischief making of none other than her favorite goblin.

“Okie dokie, Mr. Dracula. Onwards and upwards, as they say.” Her phone pinged just as she was about ready to take her first steps towards the restaurant where her next appointment was undoubtedly waiting. As she went to retrieve her phone from its place in her purse, Lola saw laying on the sidewalk between her feet a lone, shiny dime. “Ooh! Spirit dime,” she declared, quickly bending down to pick up the forgotten coin.

“Our luck keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it, Mr. Dracula?” Lola laughed, tucking the dime into her pocket. “Well, let’s get on with it. We shouldn’t keep our friend waiting any longer than need be.” With the thrill of Halloween-goodness giving bounce to her step, Lola began to make her way towards the cozy bistro, humming a happy tune while her thoughts danced with the possibilities of what tricks the Hobblin’ Goblin might pull next.

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Where, indeed, will the Hobblin' Goblin strike next??

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