Holiday Lights

Holiday Lights

Orange lights. I couldn’t believe it; there were actually orange lights hanging from the peaks and eaves of our roof. I stumbled up the sidewalk, nearly tripping over a fake gravestone and dodging the swinging arm of an inflatable monster.

“Quill,” I hollered, tossing down my briefcase and kicking off my shoes.

“I’m in the kitchen.”

“What did you do to our yard?”

“It’s Halloween,” Quill said calmly, ignoring my shouts as usual. Somehow that man was immune to shouting.

“It’s Halloween, not lost in Vegas week!”

“Don’t I remember an extravagant Halloween prank last year? Fair is fair.”

“Quill!”