Timmy hurried down the sidewalk, his plastic pumpkin head bouncing against his knee. He loved Halloween. It was the one time of year he got to play. Sure, the other kids and adults ignored him as they went about their business, but he intended to enjoy himself.
“How ya doin’?” A young girl dressed as a pink fairy stood off to the side as her mother chatted with her friends.
Timmy paused to look at her. No one ever talked to him. Ever.
Bending low, he asked, “You can see me?”
She nodded. “You’re like my aunt. She’s see-through, too.”