Billy Bob was traveling down the same dirt road he did every day. Listening to the same sad country song, he sang along. His right hand was wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, while his left hung out the open window, the cold winter air biting at his skin.
Everything about this morning was good. Ordinary. Until he passed by Clint Beaver’s house. Even in the brightness of the morning sun, the dazzling array of holiday decorations caught Billy’s attention. His eyes only left the road for a moment. But that’s all it took.
Billy’s body lifted off the bench seat when his Ford pickup flew over a bump in the road. His heart pounding heavily in his chest, Billy pressed both feet on the brake pedal and hesitantly looked in the rear view…
There was nothing but a small red lump in the road. He squinted, trying to make out what it was. But it was no use. He took a deep breath, thankful there was no body in the road, and got out of the truck, having to push several times on the door before it creaked opened. When he walked over to the red object, his heart stopped…
It was a santa hat.
“Ah-lawd,” he said, looking around confused, expecting to see a trail of blood. “What have I gone and did?”
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For this week’s prompt, and in celebration of Halloween, write a story about pumpkin carving from the point of view of the pumpkin!
floor. The crisp winter air nips at my skin, causing me to wrap my arms tightly around my body. I continue toward the light. I have no idea where I am, but I’m thankful I’m not still where I’d been. I’m nearing the end of the tunnel. Finally. And I see something up ahead. A sign, maybe? I trip and nearly fall, but catch myself in time. I’m close enough now. ”Gravel Ends,” it reads. Great. The end of another road. I guess a small part of me hoped the sign would say “New Beginning.” I shrug my shoulders and step out from the metal enclosure…
