Autumnal Shadows

Saturday, October 31st, 2015

Dear Diary,
I dug deep with the knife, tore out their innards, and carved strange symbols upon their skin… I will cook and eat the guts later.

Pumpkins and shadows… my favourite! These pumpkins were given to me by someone from the village (to eat). I didn’t think I’d have time to carve them this year, but I managed it somehow. Fortunately, one of them was quite small.

Today, the villagers have gathered the flowers that they grew during the year to lay them upon the graves of their friends and family. I saw someone stood next to a collection of rocks down in the rambla… there is a simple iron cross set there. One of them fell from their donkey many years back and died in the fall. The flowers will eventually fade… as will all memory of this place.

Here are some carvings from last year…

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Crispian Thurlborn is a British author that has spent most of his adult life travelling and working on distant shores. If not writing, Crispian can be found taking photographs, telling stories, running a Call of Cthulhu session, or... most likely... in a pub.

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