The Pumpkin Patch

“It’s okay baby, I’m here, mama’s here,” she murmured to her sobbing son. Isn’t that what she always said to soothe the fears the aches, to quiet the tears? The fact that her teenager was shaking and sobbing in fear seemed distant to her, just as the last half-hour seemed so very far away.

They’d gone to a pumpkin patch near twilight. There was to be a bonfire after the pumpkin picking. Something had gone wrong. She found that the memory of it was hazy. Something about a woman, running, screams and getting hurt. Oh yes, the details were coming back. The woman, the woman was a vampire. That was it.
They’d run from the pumpkin patch. The screams and the pleas chased them across the field to their truck. Before she could get the door open something had hit her in the back, hard. Her arm and shoulder went numb. Something clung to her back. Nearly going to one knee with the weight, she slammed it between her and the truck. The weight was gone and she was in the truck trying to drive one handed.
Now they were flying down a dark country road and she was trying to remember. She kept clenching her fist, to keep the muscles moving, the blood flowing in her injured arm. The blood, God there was blood all down her left side. Where did it come from? That thought blew away as she realized the interior of the truck wasn’t dark anymore. She could see the pale fuzz of hair that graced the side of her son’s face. The love for him swelled inside her.
“I love you baby, it’s okay now.” She said as she ran a hand through his hair. He was so warm and smelled so good. Smelled good? Where had that thought come from? The sudden pain in her stomach doubled her over and she struggled to bring the truck to a stop.
“Oh, it hurts.”
“What hurts Mom?” Ryan said in a panicked voice.
“I’m so hungry.”
“WHAT?”
She got out and kept her back to the truck. “Get behind the wheel.” She said.
“Mom, why?”
“Shut up, and get in the drivers seat. Don’t argue, DO IT!” she screamed. “Stay on this road, it’s straight, drive as fast as you can. Don’t stop no matter what. You hear me?” She was nearly snarling now. The NEED was nearly overwhelming.
“Mom please” her son sobbed out.
“It’s too late baby, I’m sorry, I love you Ryan, but you have to go NOW!”

She watched his taillights as he left her. She loved her son very much. Why couldn’t they be together forever? She began to run toward the fleeing truck. She moved like lightning as she thought hungry love you baby boy so hungry it hurts I don’t want to don’t do this need to FEED love you Ryan I’m sorry It’s okay, I’m here, Mama’s HERE!

The Pumpkin Patch

Scandolus1

Dyer, United States

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A typical day in the life of a mom.

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