Another TLT inspired by the picture prompt chosen by Sonya at Only 100 words.
The scooped out pumpkin innards were piled high; now began the tedious job of separating seed from pulp.
“Damn,” Calyx swore as the slippery seeds escaped her fingers, skittering across the kitchen floor, or the pulp stuck like glue.
Eventually, the familiar rhyme and rhythm set in: “seeds for roasting; pulp for composting” – pumpkin season had begun.
© my frilly freudian slip