In Which Courage Tastes of Candy Corn

“Liza, what are you doing?”

The little girl kept her eyes down as she gently massaged her abdomen with both hands.

“I am trying to find my courage.” She said. “I think it is in here… somewhere.”

“Why are you looking for it?” Her father asked.

“I need it to go Trick or Treating.” She remarked, starting to prod a bit harder with two fingers. “What if it’s too scary?”

He knelt down and took both of her tiny hands in his. “I promise you I will keep you safe. Okay?”

A smile came to her slowly. “Oh. That’s good. I don’t think there was much courage in there anyway.”

“I’m sure you’ll find it when you need it.”

“I’m not worried. That just means there’s more room for candy.”

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