By Benji Le
“What are you doing with that on your head?” Molly screamed at her youngest son, who paced without pants and a pumpkin around his head. She seized his hands, pressing her ear against the vegetable.
“I was carving pumpkins for our party tonight, Mom. With George. Then he did this to me,” he turned his palms to the ceiling.
Before Molly could make out those words, another pumpkin smashed through her head. A convulsed chuckle filled the room. George held his belly tight so that it wouldn’t burst. Amidst the muffled screaming and laughter, three knocks echoed from the front door.
I’m sorry, but I must have missed something. I don’t understand the story.
Me neither, sorry.
Not sure how a pumpkin can ‘smash through a head’. Really liked the opening line and would love to read a revised version.
Well, that got dark quickly 🙂 Very vivid. I wasn’t entirely sure where the last paragraph was taking me, but it was a fun ride!
Very confusing. I don’t understand this at all. “…another pumpkin smashed through her head.” Smashed on her head, not through. Story has good opening, but gets confusing.