From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by. Her hand would rise and cast a spell. Sometimes she would float. Side to side. Her green plastic face would open. Cackles would fill the air.
It was known among the boys. It was coolest decoration. Halloween was coming.
“Ok, Clyde. Here’s what were gonna do. After dark. We sneak up the side. You unplug it. I run with it. Your too slow. They catch us for sure!”
“Billie. I’m fast then you’ll ever be. But if the witch inside sees us, were done. man! No fooling.”
They waited on bikes. A park, a block away. Time crawled as the Sun went to sleep.
“Clyde, be really quite. Wave. I’ll grab it. Got it? ”
At the top of the stair, the witch stirs. The cackle starts. The boys disappeared.
The next morning, two toads hop toward a pair of bikes.