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“Gods, I love pumpkin spice coffee.”
“And people run so much faster during October after all their summer exercise.” Jerri, the other ghost haunting the park passed me some of the pumpkin cookies and snickerdoodles she was scarfing down, still laughing about the people we chased off. “They forget how quickly it gets full dark after all those months of sun.”
Cinnamon has the best memories, with nutmeg is a close second. Coffee though, that is life. Permeating every part of my heart-attack destined existence. I felt nearly solid at our jump-scare bounty.
(words 93; first published September 12, 2022 – from a picture prompt for a Facebook writing group. Aim is about 50 words)