The aged apple tree is barren as days become colder.
The sweet aroma of cider, from remaining windfall fruit, floats on a chilly breeze that ruffles through brittle leaves still clinging to gnarled branches.
I have gleaned all I can, leaving behind a harvest feast for deer who visit nightly.
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The Bumpiest Gourd in the Pumpkin Patch
Gordon wanted to be a Jack-O’Lantern, instead, he was a bumpy gourd.
He shivered, looking around the pumpkin patch.
“Who’s going to choose me?”
Gordon howled, “I’ll never get to be a Halloween decoration! I wish I could change.”
Wilda Witch stirred her cauldron. She heard Gordon crying and went to help.
“Gordon, you must be the best gourd you can be. There’s no other gourd like you.”
Gordon looked around. No other gourd had his bumps or bright colors.
A little boy pointed at him. “Daddy, here’s the one I want.”
Gordon smiled. He will be a Halloween decoration!
In Contemplation of Retirement
He thought about retiring.
He took a leave-of-absence, headed south, got a job driving kids to summer camp. He’d always liked kids.
These kids laughed at his belly, threw things into his beard.
He couldn’t wait to get home where kids were just names on lists – naughty or nice.
Mr Freckle Cancels Halloween
The signs were all over town!
‘Halloween Party cancelled by order of Mayor Freckle’
Every year people guessed who Mr Freckle was because of his – freckles. This made him sad.
“Not this year,” he howled. “There will be no Halloween!”
Rose and Dorothy shivered, they loved Halloween. They thought and thought until they had a plan.
When they told Mr Freckle he chuckled and said, “I like it!”
Rose and Dorothy told all their friends, who told their friends.
On the night of the Big Halloween Party, no one could guess who was stirring the cauldron because ………..
Everybody had freckles!
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Barnyard’s Got Talent
Clarence is nervous. He’s entered the Big Barnyard Talent Show for the first time and now he will have to perform in front of the celebrity judges. What was he thinking? He’s the smallest rooster on the farm!
He can hear the cow quartet practicing.
The swallows, last years winners, are trying out a new aerial ballet.
Clarence will have to add something spectacular to his cock-a-doodle-doo routine if he’s going to win the grand prize.
Waiting for a Sign
Cheryl sits on her porch, waiting. She knows when she sees the first lightening bug, glowing as it rises from the grass, that summer has truly arrived.
Her paranoid neighbor says they won’t come anymore – climate change.
Cheryl isn’t a believer. She shivers in the cold August night – waiting.
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Father of the Bride
Ted was tired of waiting. He is a man of little patience.
All her life he waited, while she did her hair, looked for her other shoe, changed her dress – again.
“Oh, Dad,” she’d scold.
Now he waits to walk her down the aisle. He’s willing to wait forever.
Story of the week – Mar 12- 16 at fiftywordstories