#pumpkinpie

Bogdan Rezunenko

Concept artist/illustrator

artstation

I want pumpkin pie to be my birthday cake

Pumpkin pie with whipped cream

Warm with vanilla ice cream

So smooth, so yummy

My beloved pumpkin pie 🥧 🤤

We approached the landslide again, that uncanny howl I swore I'd heard coming from the north still caught in my mind. The construction worker I was helping though, who'd only been standing a few paces away, claimed to have not heard a thing and that it must've been my imagination. (Is he forgetting which one of us have the bigger ears here?!) But from the way that call continued to haunt my ears this long after it subsided, there was no way it WASN'T real.

I fidgeted around with Pumpkin's reins as I debated getting closer again. That howl- roar- bellow- whatever it was, really left me spooked, and believe me that there wasn't a lot that could accomplish that. I looked down at my horse- I had my back turned to him when I first heard it, so I didn't see how and if he'd reacted at all, but I could tell the old Clydesdale had an air of nervousness around him. Eyes blown, ears flicking back and forth.

"You okay, boy?" I ask, leaning to see his face. "Did you... hear that noise, too?"

Pumpkin threw his head a little and snorted, collecting himself. "Thought I heard somethin'," I hear his voice echo back to me. On one hand, I was relieved that it may have not just been my mind playing tricks on me. On the other, a horse probably wasn't the most convincing testimony.

I sigh through my nose. Maybe it'd just been a wolf with a sore throat, or something. At least that's what I'm choosing to believe so I don't lose my mind over it. Either way, it didn't look like Ronald was gonna work past his height sickness any time soon, so I switch my attention back to the job at hand.

Pumpkin steps forward a little, and I ready to dismount. All the while, I have my eyes fixed on the landslide the entire time. As I pull one foot out of the stirrup, though, something shoots out from behind the pile of rocks, spurring a yelp out of me. I don't know if its the weird phenomena or my yelling that startles him, but Pumpkin rears back and whinnies.

"WOAH! Easy, easy big guy!" I shout to him, giving him a second to settle himself on all fours again by giving him a stroke along his neck. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"I don't like this place," he quickly cuts me off with a grunt, anxiously scraping his hoof through the dirt and gravel. Continuing to try and soothe him with my hand, I flick my gaze back up to see what exactly we were dealing with now. A mystical veil, a curtain, hung over the path surrounding the collapsed boulders.

My head whips back towards Ronald, who's doubled over by a tree with a hand on his stomach, trying not to lose his breakfast. "Do you see that?!" I point to direct him to the barrier.

"Buh- huh?" He props himself up against a tree trunk to stand up straighter and look to where I'm pointing, eyes squinting. "See what?"

"That- that shimmer-y thing!" The proper word for what I'm trying to describe leaves me in my moment of shock.

"Shimmer-y thing?" He parrots, then gives me a clueless shrug. "I don't see anything. It's probably just the sun glinting off the boulders."

The boulders wouldn't create a whole ass magic curtain- is what I would say, if I already hadn't pieced it together based on his reaction. I groan and drag a hand down my face as he turns away behind me. This is why I hate when I have to be the only magically inclined person around. I'd wish I'd brought Buddy, because by the look of it Pumpkin wasn't seeing anything either, judging by how his attention was drawn back towards me and not the sparkly barricade.

#KimickaPhotoADay December Day 5: Sweet Treat 🥧

Later, we’ll have some pumpkin pie...🎃🥧

The pumpkin pie my sister made for our family gathering today it was so cute and so delicious! Hehe. (The pumpkin chocolates were from Aldi)