The man in the costume hire shop frowned at her.
It’s got to be the right one, she said.
But witches are all similar.
I’m sorry. I can’t guarantee it.
* * *
There were thousands of people along the road.
Have a can, said Matty.
Yeah we can. It’s a special occasion.
I’m dressed as a lion; how can I be serious?
Riot shields, guns, armoured cars and horses. If it wasn’t the Wicked Witch Of the West then there was no point dressing up. A man punched the sky. She felt like she might cry.