For Halloween: A Micro-story
She’s laughing so much her head has actually fallen off.
To be fair, it probably isn’t her head. It’s part of her costume. But as she is dressed as a zombie, you could be forgiven for a short gasp of surprise as it happens.
The weirdest thing is that no-one else is dressed up. So she seems, to say the least, a little out of place. It’s Halloween, but the bar they frequent doesn’t go in for all that nonsense. Nobody cares, though. It’s up to her how she chooses to express herself.
The joke wasn’t even that funny. Something about penguins wearing sunglasses. Paul feels gratified by her reaction, if a little nonplussed. Maybe later he’d be in with a chance.
Following the burst of laughter, she doesn’t move. Slumped into her chair, it appears she is trying to compose herself. We resume our conversation, ignoring her sporadic spasms. We signal the barman for another round. He acknowledges us, with a nod and a curious look at our friend. We laugh and roll our eyes.
Suddenly, amidst our discussion about mortgages and redundancies Paul vomits, quickly and efficiently, claiming he’s had one too many. We don’t believe him.
After all, there is a human head rolling towards the door.
Espanglisher 
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