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The Jack-o-Lantern Scare

the drum oven. The sweet aroma of the pudding

wafted in the air and hit us as we stepped out
back.

“Tanty! Good afternoon.” We each went to her

and hugged her; she was sitting in her chair

under a tree resting in the shade, safely shielded

from the heat of the afternoon sun.

By her side was Uncle Rasford perched on an

empty Hairoun case drinking a shot of Sunset

Rum in a worn plastic glass.

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