October Screams: A Halloween Anthology

by Kenneth W. Cain

Gwen scoffs, then beelines to the kitchen and her new number one man. Mr. Coffee. “You’re so hot,” she says, opening the grounds bin

This made me laugh. And it’s true.

There really is something unique about October weather, but I wouldn’t hang around waiting for me to tell you what it is, because I’m not a fucking poet.

She and I couldn’t be more different: I’m a woman with a past, and she’s a woman with a future.

You can only tempt fate so many times before the universe notices you, and then everything changes after that.