Black Letters: Entry 004

POV: 19:47, highway blurring orange.
I’m wheezing with laughter:

— “He drew eyes and a smile on TRASH BAGS and calls it Halloween décor!”

I swing toward Flame:
— “Would you ever?”

Flame, scandalised:
— “I’d decorate properly. No… garbage-ghosts.”

Shadow, calm in the rear-view:
— “Just spare us the beer-pumpkin and duct-tape skull routine.”

Flame snorts:
— “Ghost bags beat your designer pumpkins.
Keep laughing and I’ll Sharpie one on your forehead—souvenir.”

I choke on another giggle, hiding in my jacket collar.
Some cars get playlists;
ours runs on cheap horror props and sharper tongues. 🎃🖤