To Anke’s Prompt. I found I didn’t want to make it dark this time.
The field had been warm, sun-kissed and sheltered from the wind. The soil was rich and the rain was lovely.
Now the air was cold and the Vines were drying up. The pumpkin, and all its siblings and cousins, were full-grown, ready. In two more weeks, maybe four, they would start going back to the soil.
The pumpkin saw its family being taken away, moved on wagons and carts. The ground was cold. The sunlight was thinning and the pumpkin could not reach the nutrients in the earth any more.
“This one! It’s gorgeous, look at it!”
Hands lifted the pumpkin and carried it, brought it into bright light and turned it around and around.
The knife shaped and altered the pumpkin while the voices cooed over it. “Beautiful! Awesome!”
The candle flickered inside the pumpkin and the moonlight shone down on it. Visitors stopped and praised it.
The pumpkin would go back to the earth soon. For now, it was pleased.