by Umair Mirxa
Hayley weaved her way through the tombstones, blinking away her tears. She lit a candle once she’d reached her destination, and laid down fresh flowers upon her husband’s grave. The anniversary of his death. Her Halloween ritual.
“The dead care not for such gestures, child,” said a voice behind her.
She jumped with a squeal of terror, and turned to find the vicar of her parish standing five feet away.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there, Father,” she said, regaining her composure. “Whatever do you mean?”
“Simply that we prefer something far more intimate,” he replied, baring his fangs.
Umair Mirxa lives and writes in Karachi, Pakistan. His first published story, ‘Awareness’, appeared on Spillwords Press. He has since had stories accepted for publication in anthologies from Zombie Pirate Publishing, Blood Song Books, Black Hare Press, Iron Faerie Publishing, Clarendon House Publications, Fantasia Divinity Magazine & Publishing, and The ReAnimated Writers Press.
He is a massive J.R.R. Tolkien fan, loves everything to do with mythology, fantasy, and history, and wishes with all his heart that dragons were real. When he’s not writing, he enjoys reading novels and comic books, playing video games, listening to music, and watching movies, TV shows, and football as an Arsenal FC fan.