A photo series tribute to Ray Bradbury's classic tale.
Chapter 1: Tom Skelton
Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows’ Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked.
The cries behind the locked house doors grew more exasperated as shadows of boys flew by windows. Half-dressed boys, greasepaint on their cheeks; here a hunchback, there a medium-sized giant. Attics were still being rummaged, old locks broken, old steamer chests disemboweled for costumes.
Tom Skelton put on his bones.
He grinned at the spinal cord, the ribcage, the kneecaps stitched white on black cotton.
Lucky! he thought. What a name you got! Tom Skelton. Great for Halloween! Everyone calls you Skeleton! So what do you wear?
Bones.
2 comments:
This is truly great, guys.
Very much looking forward to the rest of the series!
Its hard to top The Halloween Tree!! 🎃
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