He managed to sit on a nearby pumpkin and shook his head.
That was a mistake! He reached a bony hand up to his head and screeched in
surprise. Something wasn’t right. His skull was huge and felt different. Fear
ignited in him as he used both hands to feel where his skull should have been.
It very definitely was different. He needed a mirror.
Finding the attic’s trap door, he gingerly took the stairs.
Yes, definitely a barn as he suspected. Near the doors leading outside was a metal
tub. He approached it with trepidation. What would his reflection show him?
“No. No! Not possible!” he moaned.
Instead of his exquisitely-shaped skull and chiseled jaw bone,
he saw what his hands had warned him of. He had a pumpkin head!
“Impossible,” he shrieked.
Though it was hard to deny the reflection in the pan of
water, he stumbled out of the barn into bright sunlight. The daylight burned
his sockets. No, make that his triangular-shaped eye holes. It also warned him
that night was over and he should be in bed until the moon rose.
With a start, he remembered where he was supposed to be--getting
ready for his wedding. He was supposed to be in his comfortable nest of rotting
leaves and rich soil, soon to be married to the love of his life, Ima Goner. He
smiled at the thought, then had another thought (he wasn’t used to thinking so
much).
“My head’s a pumpkin,” he whispered. What skeleton in her
right mind (and skull) would marry someone with a pumpkin head, he thought. Well he’d have to find out where he was to get
to where he wanted to be. He began walking without direction, keeping his hand
on his heavy head to hold it up.
Earlier this month I created this Pumpkin Head skeleton from leftover Halloween supplies. Today I adhered him to a pumpkin, used patterned paper (#16 from Rucola Designs from her Dead or Alive paper set) and placed several bottles of BOOze next to him. The story of his momentous morning after will be continued before the end of our Halloween celebration.
CHALLENGES I AM ENTERING:
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