Saturday, September 25, 2010


I slid the knife deep into the thick flesh of the gourd, leaving jagged scars that will never heal to the delight of the young man sitting across from me. He's nearing the end of his training and will soon be sent out as an in-field apprentice to learn the finer steps of harvesting. Picking up the stop watch, I tell him to begin. He reaches in and blindly looking for the prize as I explain that a pumpkin is an excellent substitute for the feel of human flesh.

*** Daily Writing Practice ***


  1. The end makes me shudder....good job.

  2. And to think, I started writing this about carving pumpkins with my children. That only lasted one sentence.