JACK O’LANTERN
“Hey, could you pass me the knife?”Jackson flashed the stranger a friendly grin with his hand held out to receive the kitchen utensil. The community was holding a pumpkin carving contest and without much of a thought. Jackson had entered it. However, now that he was standing in front of his dilapidated orange squash, he wondered what had even possessed him into thinking it’d be a good idea to enter a carving competition when he had never carved one before. The cute smile he had attempted with a carver looked more like a horrifying gaping grin and the traditional triangular eyes were looking more like squares.In an attempt to save his pumpkin and pride, he had turned to the neighboring workstation and choked at the sight of the masterpiece that the other male was currently creating. He forgot all about his request and instead hovered near the delicately carved pumpkin while staring excitedly at the man, expression akin to that of a puppy.
“Woah! Have you done this before? Dude! Will you teach me how you did that, please?”