“Wow, your vegetable patch is looking incredible!”
His smile was oddly vacant. “Thank you.”
“Those pumpkins are really unusual. They’re strangely shiny. Are they a rare species?”
He kept walking along the rows without looking back. “Something like that.”
A crow called out overhead. His friend’s shoulders stiffened.
“Everything ok?”
“It will be.”
He heard a sound then, like a hundred pairs of lips smacking together.
“What was that?”
His friend still kept walking. “Nothing. Fancy some cider?”
He looked over his shoulder towards the pumpkins. Stumbled backwards as a hundred orange skinned eyes snapped shut with a liquid pop.
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