Lisa J. Cihlar
Moss woman creeps among the people on Halloween. She counts the stars out in the open instead of those caught in swaying tree branches, hiding then appearing in flashes of far off cold. Her costume includes black olives pushed on the tips of all of her fingers. She has no use for candy so she carries a purse with giant red and pink cabbage roses needle-pointed on the sides. Inside is a gallon glass jar filled with water and a herd of three seahorses. There will be a full moon and she expects them to mate. She is looking out for a crying child with no one holding her hand. She will give her the jar and tell her there is magic inside. She tucks a small container of brine shrimp in the girlís pocket for feeding the horses. She will never need to know that they are sea-monkeys.
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