“Miraculously, smoke curled out of his own mouth, his nose, his ears, his eyes, as if his soul had been extinguished within his lungs at the very moment the sweet pumpkin gave up its incensed ghost.”
― Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree
Actually, she is beheaded, her body thrown from the car and decapitated with such force that the head sails through the air and lands in a pile of pumpkins spilled out onto the road.
—-Francine Prose, Pumpkins
Reflecting Pool, City Hall, Dallas, Texas
In surfing around the internet and trying to learn/get inspiration on some flash fiction – I keep reading about the story Pumpkins, by Francine Prose. No wonder. It is crackerjack.
Read it here (Googledocs PDF):
“Stop worrying about missed opportunities and start looking for new ones.”
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Dallas City Hall, Thanksgiving 2015
Bill Chance 