On Halloween, Irish peasants would beg the rich for food. For those that refused, they would play a practical joke. So, in an effort to avoid being tricked, the rich would hand out cookies, candy, and fruit – a practice that morphed into trick-or-treating today.
“Oh God, please don’t tell me this has been in vain. I need answers for what all the waiting I’ve done means. You kill me, you’ve got some nerves but can’t fix your mistakes. I know what I should do but I just can’t turn away”—
“She hadn’t felt so fluttery, so shaky, and so speechless around a guy in a long time. And now, inevitably, he of course didn’t feel the same way. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t predicted that.”—(from an unfinished story I wrote. fitting these days.)