The sound of insects buzzed in the heat of late summer.
A mind dulling sound.
The air reeked of violence.
As I ran through the field, I tripped over a pumpkin.
I picked a fight with this pumpkin.
Kicking it relentlessly, anger consuming me.
Dizziness took over. I staggered back home.
My pumpkin head aches.
I lay there dazed. A throbbing mess.
The sound of arguing drones on until I can’t hear it anymore.
Tears running down my cheeks.
My pumpkin head aches.
