The Face

Once the face was firm and unblemished, no marks or wrinkles to mar the skin. A strong nose, well defined eyes and a mouth upon which could be found a perfect smile.

Passerby’s would stop and ponder the Mona Lisa like perfection of the face. Talking amongst themselves they would comment on various features seemingly happy just to stop and share the moment.

However, perfection in any state never seems to last.

Change happened gradually, so gradually that at first no one seemed to notice.

Eyes beginning to appear a bit sunken nose sagging just a bit and a smile that was becoming more grimace than grin.

Once noticed age began to ravage the face beyond all recognition. The once beautiful features seemed to sink in upon themselves. Collapse of the facial structure appeared to be eminent.

Those who passed no longer stopped, no longer commented, they appeared to have forgotten the beauty they had once beheld.

Finally, to the dismay of its creator the time had come to say goodbye to his creation. Lovingly the young boy picked the jack-o-lantern up off the porch, he carefully wrapped the expired gourd in old newspaper and placed it on top of the trashcan.

Wistfully he turns his back on his old friend already making plans for next years Halloween.