Photo courtesy of Ashwin Rao (via The Angry Hourglass)
All Hallows Eve was the night Will lost his head. Literally. Fortunately, his wife had some insight, being versed in witchcraft, as she was.
“Not to worry, darling,” she said, as the body crawled over the threshold, “though you might want to wait there for a minute whilst we work something out – the blood’s staining the floors and I don’t want to have to worry about castings on top of this one. We need the energies.” The stump assented, as far as Cara could tell. At least, it was dipping and swaying the right way.
“D’we know where and when you lost it?” she asked. “A point in the general direction would save time in the searching, that’s all.” Will’s finger hit the air aimlessly. “I’ll take that as no,” Cara surmised. “Guess that’s not so surprising, considering.”
Cara sighed. “You know we’ll have to work quickly, given we don’t know where to look yet?” Her husband’s neck waggled at her. “No need to get tetchy!” Cara exclaimed. “I’m not the one who got careless with my bodily bits on my travels. Plus, I’m doing my best here, under pressure I might add!” The stump subsided in its movements.
“Better. Now, we need a substitute ‘til we find the real one. I know just the thing. Have it here. Lucky it’s still intact. Hadn’t gotten around to carving it.” Cara moved towards the stove, placing both hands on the rounded orange object on the work surface. “Might be a bit heavy,” she said, doubtfully. “We’ll have to see. Bend down, there’s a dear.” Will’s body obliged, stumbling to kneeling. “There we go!”
Cara thought for a moment, whilst the newly assembled body remained motionless. “Nose and eyes,” she said, decisively. “This might sting,” she warned, as she inserted the knife’s point into the pumpkin’s surface. “Stay still.” Will did, as she carved. “Mouth will have to wait,” she said, after. “I can only do so much magic at once and shedloads went into animating the head. You can wait ‘til tomorrow, sweetheart, can’t you?”
There was a pause before Will's body moved violently. “That’s a yes, then,” Cara responded, placid.
I couldn't resist writing a slightly tongue in cheek entry for this week's photo prompt - this being the result. This placed as one of the runners up for the week.