Stay for a Spell

With a miscreant’s smile, Trent splattered Mrs. Arneson’s jack-o’-lantern against her driveway.

The teen convulsed, grotesquely withering down into a pumpkin.

He felt the old woman lift him from now discarded clothes. “Stay for a spell, I need to carve a new one.”

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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