Halloween can be a dangerous time to travel, if you're on your own.
I learned this several long years ago, having just hopped onto a train late one chill and stormy Halloween evening for a brief but important journey through the deserted middle part of our country.
After taking a seat near the rear of what I at first believed to be an otherwise unoccupied car, I removed a from my bag -- a novel by a purple-prosed horror writer much given to using capital letters and a lot of exclamation points -- and was just about to settle in with the hope of finding some sort of dreamy escape from the ills of real when the conductor padded down the aisle so quietly that he was almost upon me before I saw him.
"Tickets, please?" he said in a rather ragged voice that he barely raised above a whisper.
I was to see that in addition to the usual blue uniform and dark conductor's cap he was wearing a black cat mask that sported long dark whiskers on either side of his neatly sculpted feline nose. He took my ticket in his thick-fingered paw, paused a moment, and said, "And who are you supposed to be?"But I was not in the for Halloween antics. "Just a traveler," I said wearily.
The answers to the blancs are book, life, shocked and mood
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