55 Flash Fiction Fridays
The pumpkin sat in the field, overlooked. It was small, compared to the others, but still a good solid pumpkin nonetheless. Eveyone wanted big pumpkins, though. They'd walk right over it almost stepping on it, to get to a larger one. But when Sophie saw it, she knew it was perfect, she joyiously bought it.POLT
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2 comments:
OMG I LOVE IT!!! You have no idea how much pumpkins make me all googly, and THAT picture looks like orange polka dots!
I would buy that little pumpkin too!
Say, eez zeez my Sophie le finger madame avec le pumpkin?
in this world there is a child for every pumpkin. I too prefer le petit pumpkin
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