The jack-o’-lantern on the porch grinned with a single candle. 🕯️
Timmy, eight and alone, waited for his parents to come home from the party.
At 10:03 p.m. the flame turned blue.A small voice drifted from inside the pumpkin. 🎃
“Trade me your name for one wish.”Timmy leaned close. “I wish Mom and Dad were here.”The flame flared white.
The pumpkin’s carved mouth closed.
The candle went out.Footsteps on the driveway. 🚶♀️🚶♂️
Two adults in cheap vampire capes stepped into the porch light. 🧛♂️🧛♀️
“Trick or treat,” they said in unison, voices flat.Timmy smiled. “You’re early.”The woman tilted her head. “Who’s Timmy?”The man shrugged. “Never heard of him.”They walked inside, calling for their son.
The pumpkin sat cold and nameless, smiling at an empty porch. 🎃
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