Monster Mash

A Halloween story based on Goddess Marquesa’s past and future exploits

                “Why do we need professional help?” I asked as we approached the store. The sign over the door read “Maison Fantastique” in bold crimson letters on an amber background.

                “Because W/we need to match perfectly,” she replied, without turning to face me. I held the door open for her and she breezed into the boutique regally, explaining, “I want to win tonight’s costume contest at the BDSM Halloween Ball.”