Strolling around his gallery, Julen paused to glance out of the window. A rather tattered mummy shuffled past, waving jovially as he noticed Julen’s attention. Rolling his eyes, Julen turned away. It was the same every year. Halloween was still several weeks away, but the stores were stuffed full of fake cobwebs and plastic spiders, orange and black was de rigueur, and people were already holding parties complete with tatty mummies, ratty werewolves, and batty vampires.
Stopping in front of a mirror near the door, Julen patted his hair. Thick, long, and gloriously lavender, he smirked. Halloween. Meh! On the positive side, living in New Zealand meant that Halloween was a harbinger of summer.
The melodic chimes heralded a customer, but when Julen looked around, it was only his Aunt Cassan
