What Becomes Of The Pumpkinheads?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A picture-prompted write. Thanks, Jeff, for the inspiration.

What Becomes Of The Pumpkinheads?

 

What becomes of us, the Pumpkinheads? That is a question that is more and more uppermost, in my mind at least. I think the others are becoming preoccupied by the same thing, though, as we gather together each afternoon. There is certainly a air of solemnity to the proceedings now, as time is moving on.

We’ve served you well, scared off those that would wish you harm during the time when the veils between worlds are at their most breachable. But after that night, we are no longer required. Created for that one single moment in time and then discarded, given not one further thought.

Perhaps the people do not realize what changes we go through following that night. Our protective skills do not come freely and we then become...what? Pumpkinpeople? Pumpkinheads? Whichever we’re called, we know better than to try and mingle, for should we dare, we ourselves would become objects of terror.

The lucky ones don’t change. It only happens should we come in touch with magic, with mischief, from the world ‘outside’. Better not to be carved at all, then there would be no risk whatsoever.

A month has passed and the smell of rot is beginning to surround us. Pumpkins might last for a while, but we cannot last forever. Before our heads turn in to fermenting juice inside, we wonder, just for a moment, if there is a heaven for the likes of us. Or is it to hell that we are bound?

Then again, once the mush-up has taken place, perhaps our bodies just disappear and we get to join our unselected brethren on the compost heap.

 


Submitted: December 01, 2018

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r futrell

I've really never thought about Pumpkinheads and what happens to them. lol

Sat, December 1st, 2018 5:58pm

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Ha! Honestly, neither have I! Thanks so much for giving this one a read, r.

Sat, December 1st, 2018 9:59am

Mike S.

Yep, there's nothing more sad a rotting orange orb, a jack-less jack-o-lantern--err--that is to say, excellent, Hull!

Sat, December 1st, 2018 7:55pm

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Thanks so much for that, Mike!

Sat, December 1st, 2018 12:10pm

Vance Currie

Sometimes they get elected into government. Although they may be heavily disguised, you can recognise one by his distinctive orange colour. ~ Joe

Sat, December 1st, 2018 8:49pm

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Ha! I never thought of that one. I wonder if he gives off the aroma of rot! Thanks so much for giving this a read, Joe.

Sat, December 1st, 2018 12:54pm

Sue Harris

I actually feel sad for pumpkins after reading this, Hully. For one night only... a very different tale, and I loved the image. Great writing.

Sun, December 2nd, 2018 3:20pm

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This was one of those pics that brought with it an instant idea, so when Jeff sent it I knew just where I wanted to go with it. Glad you enjoyed it.

Sun, December 2nd, 2018 9:08am

Jeff Bezaire

I enjoyed this story, Hully. The way it speaks of veils and protecting people, of magic and mischief, it brings the old ways to life in a wonderful way with exciting imagery and those ancient beliefs. Love that!
There are a few people in the neighbourhood who still have their jack o' lanterns on their front step. Usually they're the first thing to go after Halloween. Maybe staying that long after October, guarding their house, is heaven to them. It's better than getting tossed in the field.
Good story! A nice incorporation of lore.

Mon, December 3rd, 2018 6:43pm

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Thanks, Jeff. And thanks for providing the inspiration, too!

Mon, December 3rd, 2018 10:57am

Sharief Hendricks

Nice story Hulls

I never gave it any thought because we don't celebrate things like Halloween in South Africa...etc.

Mon, June 22nd, 2020 9:14am

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It's funny because it was never much of a thing in the UK, although it seems to have caught on a bit in recent years, but in Ireland Halloween is really big. The National schools (4-12 years) make a really big deal of it.

Mon, June 22nd, 2020 11:46am

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