Penny and Jacob dreamed of being FX specialists in Hollywood. Every Halloween they enjoyed friendly competition for the year’s best costume.
They met at the abandoned house to share their latest work.
Penny’s zombie looked great, but his tree was better.
“You like?” said the tree.
“You bet! Can your branches move?”
The tree’s branches enclosed her, lifted her up, and set her down again.
“Awesome!” Penny checked her watch. “Hey. I gotta go.”
As she walked down the street, Jacob called her cell.
“Hey Penny,” groaned Jacob. “Problems with my tree costume. Sorry I couldn’t meet you.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/10/18/13-october-2017/