How Things Changed

Seeds and orange gunk fell on the white tile, discarded results of his butchery. Putting down the knife, he looked at the carved pumpkin, at the cruel cuts and jagged edges. When she had been there, the pumpkins had seemed beautiful and his carving had been loving, but now they were just pictures of his... Continue Reading →

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