Pumpkin

The pumpkin wouldn't rot. We had promised Benjamin that it could stay on the step until it started to smell, but it looked better than ever. The scuffs I made trying to get the top off had healed up. It must have been the cold weather.

One day, I left the house to find it glowing in the dark December morning. I looked at it, and it turned towards me, and its horrid little mouth said "Merry Christmas". My boot went out to kick it away, but I stopped myself. We promised Benjamin.