Diary Drabble: Pumpkin

The best place to hide in her grandmother’s garden was between the long strings of beans and the pumpkin patch. Josie was just the right height to peer over the pumpkins, clutching on to one as she stretched up on tippy toes. It was a good hidey spot if she hadn’t finished playing for the day, and where she could watch the neighbour pegging out clothes. She liked Mrs. Hibbard; she always looked like she was dressed for a special occasion, even when hanging out washing. Today she wore a long r...