Porter

Porter, acrylic on board, 6 x 6 x 3

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Had he known what a fraught, frightening, freaky Halloween awaited him, Porter would, no doubt, have asked his mother, his father, or even his slightly patronizing, sometimes mean, ten year old sister to accompany him. But he didn't. And even worse, he forgot any kind of candy receptacle. Lucky for him, his "which came first, chicken or egg" costume had capacious pockets. And when those filled, there was plenty of room left between what was Porter and what was stuffing.

But then he thought of something. "I hope I sewed the elastic around my legs tight enough. Hmm. Maybe I should stick my candy all the way into the top of my tights. Yes, that's it." Reassured, he immediately stopped thinking about the time his birthday pinata leaked all that candy--a good thing at a birthday party, but not tonight. Tonight there were ghouls and goblins, princesses and pirates, Captains Underpants and Supermen who would scoop up rogue candy, even if they knew the source of the leak.

Nothing could have made Porter turn his silver bike around and go back home, though he should have, because what happened that Halloween eve changed Porter forever.

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Now it's your turn.

What happened to Porter that fateful Halloween night? Leave your creepy, crawly, humorous, spooky, spiteful, monstrous ideas in the comments box.

Happy Halloween, everyone!

Thomas on a High Wire 28/30

Thomas on a High Wire, collage/acrylic, 6 x 6

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Life is hectic this morning, and I don't have time to to interview Thomas to find out his story. Will you please do it for me? 

Leave me a comment and tell me one thing about Thomas that I do not know. Right now, he's a blank slate.

Thank you for reading and following my blog, everyone. I appreciate you more than I can express.

Pajama Day 23/30

Pajama Day, collage/acrylic, 6 x 6

Elizabeth W. Seaver

Marvin refused to wear regular clothes. They poked and pulled on his softest places, and he loved being comfortable above all things. He was a busy boy, and he didn't have time for the distraction of a pinchy waistband. Luckily, he'd been able to sneak away from the house before his mother saw him this morning and made him change his clothes. He kept to the wooded paths where he had the best chance of escaping unnoticed. Then nosy neighbors might not see him as they flew over and call his mom to tattle on him.

His favorite pair of pajamas zipped up the front. Best of all, they had the feet in them. Then, no bother of crouching down, getting red in the face while he tried to remember how to tie his tennis shoes. "Rabbit ears in the hole...pah!" He was too busy to learn that--besides if he had his way, shoes would soon be completely unnecessary. Marvin was currently designing a whole line of pajama-inspired outerwear.  He'd set aside this morning's ride to brainstorm baseball pajamas with cleats on the bottom.

"At the very least, there should be no tie shoes in the world, only slip-on ones." Marvin dreamed. "Flip-flops. I wish I could meet the person who invented flip-flops. What a genius!"