Pumpkin Flight

The lopsided pumpkin sailed through the emotive night air as the onlookers draped oohs and ahhs from its bristling stem. The police leaned on their rearview mirrors full of dour bravado. The pumpkin passed transcendently through a streetlamp’s glow as it reached the apex of its frightful journey, then succumbed to gravity gently. The four boys stood with arms dangling in the air, mouths open in gaping grins. Their still-gasping peers ducked loquaciously, car lights flashed by, and the moon sighed as the fatal arc reached its terminus, dashing chunks of pumpkin skin and seeds across the wet parking lot.