This short story features characters from my novelette The World That Forgot How to Dance.
“Ellsie, will you leave it alone? The pumpkin looks fine.”
Lester’s voice poked a hole in Ellsie’s concentration, so she stopped dancing before she could call the magic into her movements. She gave Lester the stink-eye, which would have been much more effective if he’d been looking at her. Lester, however, was dedicatedly working on carving a jack-o-lantern and couldn’t be bothered.
Sighing, Ellsie frowned at her own pumpkin, which hadn’t even been hollowed out yet. “It’s not fine,” she insisted. “It has this giant lump on it.”
“And it’s a fine lump,” he said. “A glorious lump. The best lump in the whole world.” Read the rest of this entry