The Perfect Pumpkin

So I’m a little last minute on writing something for Halloween but better late than never. Thus I ended up doing a microfiction about a trip to the pumpkin patch. Enjoy.

The Perfect Pumpkin

Bright, bumpy and lumpy orange spheres were littered across the dry, brittle, grassy plains, with vines already clipped from the stems. Dirt and dry grass kicked up under faux leather boots, as they walked amongst the autumn gourds until the pair of feet stopped. 

“What do you think about this one?” 

Another set of faux leather shoes, sneakers, shuffled through the dry, dusty earth, stopping short of the camel colored boots. 

 “Too small. What about that one?”

The two sets of shoes shifted in the straw-like blades of grass towards a larger, golden-orange pumpkin with a stout stem and no embellishments upon its hard, thick exterior. 

“That one is the same size as this one.” A brown boot stomped in the dirt. “What about that one?” 

Leather-clad feet pivot towards a huge gourd, pale and gray, with slightly bumpy skin and a sunken in center that made the pumpkin appear as if there were a black hole in its center. 

“No.” The boot stomped again. “It’s ugly.” 

“There’s no such thing as an ugly pumpkin.” This time, the sneaker stomped upon the earth. 

“There is, and it’s that one.” Two boot covered feet pushed forward, slightly lifting off the ground before landing again in a tiny cloud of dust. 

“Okay, which one do you want then?” The sneakers mimicked the boots’ actions. 

A moment of silence passed between the two pairs of shoes as eyes roamed the pumpkin patch, scouring for the perfect giant vegetable. Big, brown irises crossed over oranges and grays and yellows and greenish-white pumpkins until finally, in the center of it all, stood a ginormous gourd with deep, red-orange skin with perfect divots displaying around itself with the crooked stem reaching for the sky. 

“That’s our pumpkin!” The tall, tawny leathered shoes leaped into the air momentarily before falling back down to earth and repeatedly bouncing up and down, creating a dusty plumage around themselves. “Let’s go get it before someone else sees it!” More jumping ensues. 

“Fine.” The sneakers begrudgingly lift, one flimsy sole in front of the other as the boots lead the way to the perfect pumpkin. 

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