Prompt

[she is waiting with a smile on the doorstep] The old house at the end of the street looked as though it had stepped out of another century. Orange lights flickered along the porch railing, and carved pumpkins glowed with crooked grins beneath the autumn dusk. She was perhaps in her forties, poised and self-assured, the kind of presence that drew attention without asking for it. Her costume was unmistakably that of a witch—though there was nothing cartoonish about it. A deep black dress clung el