There was a pumpkin on my doorstep, smiling at me.
I don’t know what it was doing there, or why it was smiling.
Perhaps it had just killed something
or was at least thinking about killing something.
Perhaps it was thinking about killing me.
But I’m 6 foot 2 and presumably beyond its powers
So I wasn’t especially worried about that
I thought about asking it what it was doing there and/or why it was smiling
but in the end I didn’t
just in case it replied.
I leant over it and unlocked the door and sidled past it, trying to prevent it from getting in, but it slipped nimbly between my legs and disappeared inside.
Now there’s a pumpkin in my house and I don’t know where.
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Notes:
1. Written on the 30th of October, 2018
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