Velvet Verbosity won't let anything slow her, or the 100 Word Challenge, down. This week's word is "Halloween", and this story is called "Costume Shopping".
"No," I said. Her deep brown eyes flashed. She stomped off, sure of my cluelessness.
She came back holding one. Nurse. Too short.
"No," I said. She threw a full force pout, turning away again.
Another choice. Vampire. Too low.
"No," I said. "But Daaaaaayaaaaad," she said, making it three syllables.
"No," I said again. She made an angry sound, then disappeared into the maelstrom. Everything was cut high, or dipped down too low. She was too young to understand the balance that had to be struck. Or was she?
Why did I agree to buy the costume this year?