Pumpkin Face
Pumpkins. Melissa hated them. She also hated Halloween.
A classmate called her Pumpkin Face. She knew why. Her face being round, like a pumpkin.
She pretended it didn’t matter but it did. Deeply. She stayed long hours in her bedroom and cried.
Then, something unusual happened. The doorbell rang on Halloween Eve. The name-caller and his parents stood at the front door. Melissa was summoned. She obliged.
The boy apologized for being mean. He handed a decorated bag of candy and wished Melissa a happy Halloween.
The young girl told her parents she could hardly wait to go out Trick-or-Treating.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her work has been published at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, 101 Words, Boston Literary Magazine, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, SixWordMemoirs, and Espresso Stories.
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