Hallowpeen

by Holly Wilde

Oh, my gourd, the carved pumpkins lining the stairs have come to life!

I’m currently in a Hallowpeen sandwich, all I can think about is how close their pumpkins are to my pie.

“Just because my guts have been ripped out doesn’t mean I can’t rearrange yours.”

But all I want to do is get back in the middle of their pumpkin patch and have them plow my field deep into the night.