Spring [1] came home. “Grab your camera,” she said. “You have to see this!”
And with that, I grabbed the camera and we headed back out along back streets to a patch of land that had recently (as of that day apparently) been cleared (local harvesters, I guess, given the season).
[Come on—restore me so I can eat you!] [2] [3] [Just ripe for the picking!] [4] [5]
And there, unearthed from the vegetation (um … yeah) was the ghastly sight of Christine [6] awaiting her next victim.
Halloween is such the odd holiday.
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