POTO 13 Nights of Halloween-October 27
Electric by @from-aldebaran
Christine was just slipping a rose into the skeleton’s hand when the electric went out.
She should have been scared…she was after all high up on a ladder and two stories underground in sudden silence and darkness that was near complete.
But there was nothing to be afraid of. This bar she was decorating, her father’s bar, was home. She stayed safely still on her tall ladder and allowed her eyes to adjust. Sure enough, there were the exit signs, tingeing the blackness and the dozens of surrounding skeletons with a faint rosy glow. Even if those lights had failed, she would still know her way around this place blindfolded. Not as well as her father did, especially the behind the scenes workings and every odd little quirky repair that kept this place running, but she knew the walls and ceilings better than anyone, every bit of decor affixed there from her years of changing out the bar’s theme for various holidays and special occasions. It had been her idea to treat the whole of the place like an art piece and every passing year her installations became more detailed and complex.
She slid the silk rose still in her hand back into the bag suspended from her ladder, settling it amongst the rest that were meant to be twined in the ribs and fingers of the bare and waiting skeletons. Halloween had been the very first installation at Gustave’s and every year the skeleton population grew, close to two hundred of them now, strung up on the walls, climbing columns, swooping from the ceiling.
