Guts were scattered and spattered on the walls of the garbage nook, the poor creature’s top knot having been sliced and tossed to the side as Trevor dug in deep, scraping and whistling tunelessly until finally, there were no more innards to make outwards and he held the hollowed skull in front of his face, grinning as he pondered his next move.
Henry winced, and wiped hurriedly at tears that leaked down his cheeks, like sap during maple sugaring season; he’d had many fine conversations with the victim — name of Petra — as they’d watched the sun rise together, close by the vine and before Trevor and his family started their day.
Whooping with savage joy, Trevor picked up a sharp kitchen knife and drove it into Petra’s face, again and again and again, only stopping when he was breathless and Henry was muffling his whimpering beneath the rattling October leaf-fall. Petra lay still and cold on the ground as Trevor dug in his pocket to pull out a small, flat candle, placing it inside her head and shouting, “Mom, the pumpkin’s ready but I need a-borrow your Zippo!”
As the boy ran off to fetch the lighter, Henry was seized with a wave of rage and sorrow as he slipped between the slats, plucked out his own goblin eye and lovingly placed it in the damp triangle that he supposed was meant to be a socket, and reached in between the hideous lips to grab the candle end in fair exchange – and fair warning! — for his own eye.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2021)
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