From Putting My Feet in the Dirt, November’s Writing prompts.

Today, “Sweet chaos”.

Ah, I long for the sweet chaos that were (was?) Hallowe’ens past.

Hallowe’ens in pre-pandemic times, with bars open for floods of people in costumes, pouring out and wandering the streets of downtown laughing, singing, whatever crazy drunk people do on October 31.

The sweet chaos of kids trick or treating, with no chutes sending treats, hopefully the good ones, down to waiting baskets.

Instead, chaos is reined in with curfews and arrows in the aisles.