"I think I got everything." Zach dropped two plastic grocery bags on the floor.
"Everything?" Nick asked. "What'll it be this year?"
Zach patted one bag. "Apples."
"Going old school?"
"Sure. Why not?" Zach rustled through the other bag, producing a box of generic razorblades and package of caramels. The blades rattled together as he tossed both on the small table.
"Okay...what's with the caramels?"
Zach shook his head. "For the apples, of course. Helps hide the razor marks." His lips curled into a smile, stretched by curving scars at either end of his mouth.
I know apples/razors is soooooo done already, but I couldn't help myself.
Have a wonderful Halloween.