Pumpkins
Orange rounds herald fall. /
Volunteers grown in front yard. /
Evening sun accents.
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Found story: Frank and Ike
“Frank, what are we?”
“We’re pumpkins, Ike.”
“But if we’re pumpkins, how come we’re white?”
Frank (left) and Ike (right) discuss life as a pumpkin.
“Halloween came and went, and when Christmas came along, they decorated us up as snowmen. Or at least the heads of them.”
“Oh, nice, Frank.”
“If you say so.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ike, just wait and see.”
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Ike tells Frank they're changing.
“Frank, are you still there?”
“Yes, Ike.”
“We’re changing. I feel it on the inside.”
“If you say so.”
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“Frank, look at you.”
“I can’t see myself, Ike. I can’t even see you now.”
“Frank, I’m scared.”
“I know.”
Ike becoming undone.
“Frank, what are we?”
“We’re friends.”
“I mean, what are we? What are we becoming?”
“We’re pumpkins, Ike. We’ve been pumpkins. We are pumpkins. We will always be pumpkins.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“That’s good to know, Frank. Good to know.”
“Good bye, Ike.”
“Frank, don’t leave me.”
“Frank … Frank ….”
Frank undone.
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