Let's play a trick... DONTCALLME... on old punkinhead. THAT. nyah nyah punkinhead YOU BROKE IT. nyah nyah pun... I GOT YOU NOW. letgoletgoletgo I'LL SHOW YOU A TRICK, I'll SHOW YOU * * * (I remember poppy, he showed me how, he showed me first. First you slice open the top. Dig out the pulp, thank god no seeds. Gouge out eyes, nose, and mouth. There. Oh. One more thing. There. Jack o' lanterns.) * * * Old John lived way up on Carpenter's Hill, so it wasn't until morning when they found them. Propped against old John's freshly whitewashed fence, staring sightlessly down upon the town below. The town where they had lived. The three boys still wore the costumes their folks bought at the five and dime. Shattered upon the ground was the remains of a broken jackolantern. The boys were dead. Hidden within the skull of each boy was a tiny candle, flickering quietly, where once only childish dreams burned. They found old John in the kitchen, making pumpkin pie. |
| Beat Well By Steve Vernon |
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