The Patch

Content Warning: Light reference to death/violence.

Cars were in and out of the dirt parking lot all day. Pumpkin season was the nursery’s second busiest time, right after Christmas tree season. The grounds were like a mini fall festival. Parents drove their children out there to pick the pumpkins they’ll carve up for Jack-O-Lanterns. Couples young and old came to sip cider and stroll among the fallen leaves covering the nature trails. It was a rustic experience for people that didn’t have access to that kind of thing, and that was definitely how it was marketed on their social media.

The most prominent worker, at least according to Instagram, was Miss Caroline. She was young and fresh out of college with an adorable smile and a great energy for all things outdoors and plant-related. She was a natural with children, and folks of all ages loved her sense of humor and the stories she told almost daily on social media. In a short time she had made herself an asset to the team, always front and center wearing her favorite dirt-smeared overalls with pride. The afternoon rush was expectedly hectic, and Caroline was in the thick of it all. She answered questions, helped children pick the perfect pumpkin, posed for selfies, and gave online shoutouts. Satisfied customers left with big smiles on their faces and bright orange pumpkins in their laps. During a slight lull in business, Caroline took the time to step inside the office. In private she could let her smile fall away, check a text on her phone, roll her eyes at the inane questions she was being sent. The work never stops. 

Another car pulled up while she was inside. A man and his two children, a boy and a girl, got out. The kids immediately began scampering around the grounds looking at pumpkins. Their father followed, looking a bit tired but contended enough to be here. Caroline watched them stroll between the rows for a few minutes before deciding she had better approach. Right before she left the office she took a deep breath and plastered a smile on her face, turning Miss Caroline back into “on” mode.

The gentle afternoon sun reflected off that smile as she approached. The kids recognized her from the nursery’s social media, and greeted her like they knew her. “And what are you guys looking for today?” she asked, the enthusiasm radiating from her very being. The kids answered that they were looking for pumpkins, as if Caroline had no idea why a family would come to a pumpkin patch in October. Their dad held back, amused, and didn’t interfere. Caroline showed them around the patch, told them where the “super special” pumpkins were that she didn’t let just anyone look at. The kids started inspecting the gourds, picking them up to feel the weight, passing over any that had those rough gray patches on them. Caroline eventually held back and let them search on their own, casually stepping away and circling back to their father.

“Homemade cider?” She offered him a cup and a smile. He smiled back and shook his head, muttered something about how he was the designated driver. She chuckled like she hadn’t heard that hundreds of times before. “I promise you the only thing it’s spiked with is a little nutmeg,” she reassured him. “It’s a nice little pick-me-up for the parents that need it.” She winked at him. It wasn’t exactly flirting, but it wasn’t chaste either. The father accepted the cup and thanked her. He took a sip of the sweet apple goodness and watched his kids scamper around.

“Mom couldn’t make it today?” Caroline asked. She normally wouldn’t pry into a customer’s life like that. After all, there could be many reasons why you wouldn't see a mother in a family. Maybe there was a separation, or he was a widower, or had a husband. But something behind his eyes told Caroline that this man had a wife who was very much in the picture, and for whatever reason she had not joined her family on their trip to the pumpkin patch. If the man was offended at the question then he didn’t let it show. “She wanted to be here, but she had to work. You know how that goes.” As a single young girl working in a pumpkin patch, Caroline wasn’t very familiar with the expectations of a soulless corporate job that could keep parents distant from their families. Lucky old her. Still she nodded sympathetically at the mother’s absence. “Yeah, I know it can be difficult sometimes. But you seem to be doing well, all things considered.”

A flash of disbelief crossed the father’s eyes as Miss Caroline walked away. He took another sip of his cider and started thinking to himself. Was he doing well? He couldn’t say with confidence whether his marriage was a good one or a bad one. It’s not like he had any serious complaints. Sure, their schedules could get a little hectic and they were tired all the time, but that was every marriage. He loved his wife, and he adored his kids. It was just that sometimes they couldn’t be in the same place at the same time. They both had jobs to do, sometimes hers just happened to hold her over late. And that’s how he winds up driving forty-five minutes out past Sticksville to go to a hokey pumpkin patch just so their kids can pick out pumpkins for carving. And who will most likely end up having to carve them, scraping out those disgusting smelly guts and seeds, and slicing cuts into his palms trying to make a damn toothy grin?

The father continued to stew over his cider as Miss Caroline talked to his children. They presented her with their pumpkins, and she complimented their choices. “Oh yes, there’s a strong stem on that one,” and “That’s a smooth skin, and the perfect shade of orange.” The children beamed at her praise. She smiled and guided them back to their father, who broke free of his train of thought. She cashed them out on her phone and watched them stroll happily back to their car, the dad’s shoulders slumping ever so slightly more than when they’d arrived. 

The sun had barely come up on the quiet street of houses. Families were moving around inside, getting ready for their busy days. The sidewalk was empty, except for Miss Caroline, who strode confidently down the street. She looked radiant, no longer in her trademark pumpkin patch overalls, but in a beautiful jade dress that clung to her slight figure. Nobody looking outside took much note of her in spite of her odd outfit, or the fact that a stranger was walking down the street so early in the morning. They just shrugged and went back to their coffees. Her brown hair, no longer tied up, bounced as she strode towards a certain front door. It was locked but opened for her without resistance when she turned the handle.

She found the father, Jake, sitting on the couch in a daze. He didn’t look up at her when she entered, showing no surprise that she was suddenly in his home. She smiled with pride; that spiked cider had worked like a charm. Her superiors would be pleased with her progress; it was hard to get the timing right on these things. She floated over behind the couch and placed a clean hand delicately on his shoulder. She crouched down so her lips were right next to his ear. “Is your wife home?”

He shook his head slightly. When he answered there was no inflection in his voice, like he was sleepwalking. “She left early.” Caroline tutted, and the sweetness in her voice vanished. “Seflish bitch.” She glanced upstairs. “Have you awakened the children yet?”

Again he shook his head. Caroline stood up. “That’s good.” She waved a hand dismissively towards him as she turned away. “Leave her a note that says you’re leaving her and taking the kids. When that’s done, go down to the basement and stay there until you die. Don’t make any noise if anyone comes home.” She felt him stand up and obediently head towards the kitchen to write the note. She climbed the stairs to the bedrooms, smiling and becoming Miss Caroline once more.

The children were just waking up as she opened their door. She stood in the doorway, smiling down at them. “Miss Caroline? What are you doing here?”

She batted that perfected smile and spoke with her sweetened tone. “We’re going to go somewhere special today, you guys. Your parents wanted to surprise you; it’s going to be super fun!” The kids smiled at her and leapt out of their beds. Their parents had told them to not go anywhere with strangers, but this was Miss Caroline. They knew her.

“Where are we going? What will we do? Will our parents be there?”

Caroline’s lips came together into a tight smile. “Maybe. Grab your coats.”

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The Latte

“Oh hell yes, it’s Pumpkin Season!”

The kind-looking woman behind the counter, Anne, returned the customer’s smile politely. “You know it!” she said, starting to punch in yet another Pumpkin Spice Latte into her iPad cash register. It got tedious, like anything else, but it made money so who was she to complain? 

The woman, Ellie, was far too excited about a simple flavored drink for a woman her age. She had a job, she had family, friends, and she was able to step out for a coffee break at 9:09 in the morning. Yet here she was, acting as if this beloved fall drink was saving her from some kind of horrible existence. “I swear that every year I drink one of these every day for three months straight!” she gushed.

Anne kept nodding and smiling. “They are delicious aren’t they?” she agreed. Anne turned back to the espresso machine as Ellie tapped her debit card against the chip reader. Anne’s slightly aged hands worked deftly as she began to make the same drink she’d made hundreds, if not thousands, of times before. But it didn’t tire her; Anne loved what she did. In this case, bringing happiness to women who could find it at the bottom of a cardboard cup. 

“Mmmm thank you,” Ellie said as she accepted the drink, taking a dramatic sniff through the slit in the lid. “This is just what I needed. And I swear this is the best pumpkin spice in the city! How do you make it?” The warmth of Anne’s smile was equal to the contents of the cup. “Now now, can’t give any secrets away!” she chuckled. “But of course it’s mostly nutmeg and cinnamon, nothing all that special.” 

Ellie took another beautiful sip. “Well it’s special to me! Thanks so much, you have a good day!” Ellie left the cute cafe with a fresh bounce in her step. Unfortunately the latte would end up being the highlight of her day. When she returned to the office she found that her manager, Irene, had scheduled a last-minute “emergency” meeting via Teams. Despite Ellie’s upbeat attitude and good work ethic, Irene had not been pleased with her recent performance. Said her utilization was low and that it needed to come up within the next two weeks or there would be serious consequences. It was tough for Ellie to hear, as she’d never been formally reprimanded before. She left the meeting trying to shake off the image of Irene’s cold unassuming stare, sipping on the milky dregs of her latte as she nervously returned to her work.

Things didn’t improve much when she got back to her house. Her kids, Steven and Brianna, were playing upstairs while her husband Jake sat on the couch, staring but not quite watching television. “Ooof, honey, I had kind of a rough day,” she started to tell him. She went to kiss his bearded cheek but he pulled away slightly. Ellie furrowed her brow. “Everything okay?”

Her husband was despondent, a state she’d never seen him in before. He shook his head and spoke quietly. “Yeah, no, sorry. I guess it was a rough day for me too.” He avoided eye contact. “Do you want to talk about it?” Ellie asked, biting her lip. But Jake didn’t budge. “No, I don't think so. Not right now.” She waited for a reassuring smile that never came. “I guess I’ll get started on dinner then.” There was no response. 

They ate dinner as a family that night, although no one was into it. Jake was no more verbal than earlier, and her kids squabbled with each other over nonsense things. Ellie powered through, just like at work, and tried to make conversation with any of them, but there was none to be had. Her husband seemed uninterested in her and her kids barely acknowledged that she was there. She was relieved when the meal was over and they all went up to bed.

Ellie liked to shower before bed, and took the time to have a quick cry. She had wanted to talk to her husband about her day, about Irene, about anything. Instead he’d just created more questions with his weird attitude. She dried her tears off with the rest of her body after the shower. Put on her pajamas and crawled into bed in the darkened bedroom beside Jake.

“Goodnight honey.”

Nothing. She held back more tears and tried to forget about the bad day she’d had.

The next two weeks were a frenzy of panicked effort for Ellie. She started each day with a Pumpkin Spice Latte and a warm smile from Anne, determined that the little cup of sunshine would start her day off on the right foot. She went into work with a pep in her step and cinnamon and nutmeg on her breath. But that caffeinated pep wouldn’t last long, for as much as she tried she was not performing up to her boss’s standards. Ellie couldn’t understand it; she was doing the same work she’d done for years with no issues. Irene had been there the whole time, the company wasn’t under any new ownership. It made no sense that her performance was suddenly a problem.

Their home life also hadn’t changed, and Jake still wouldn’t talk to her properly. She wanted to avoid prying too much, but they’d never had problems communicating before. He never apologized for being short with her, kept on keeping her at arm’s length. She started wondering ridiculous things, like he was having an early midlife crisis and living a secret life. Perhaps he was having an affair and wrestling with the guilt, but that felt so absurd to consider. She couldn’t figure it out but was too busy to focus on it. They went to bed night after night with hardly a word, let alone a kiss or any other form of romance.

Finally that fateful day came; the deadline for when Ellie was instructed to get her work numbers up. She’d left the house earlier than usual, not bothering to say goodbye to her lifeless husband or even wake her uninterested kids. She came into Anne’s cafe looking pale and sweaty. The woman in the apron looked at her with sympathy. “You okay, dear?” Ellie nodded, unable to find her chipper attitude. “It could be a rough day.” she admitted. 

Anne smiled. “Well nothing a little pumpkin spice can’t fix, right?” Ellie nodded, unsure if there was enough pumpkin goodness in the world to return her confidence to her. Anne waved away her debit card. “It’s on me today, honey. Good luck.” Ellie tried to protest but the other woman was having none of it. She thanked her sincerely and strode off to work, touched by the kindness of strangers.

Unfortunately her manager Irene was unable to show the same kindness. She called Ellie into her office as soon as she got in, and bluntly informed her that her work would no longer cut it at this company. Just a few minutes and Ellie was let go. Irene was stern, but made it clear to Ellie that the decision was out of her hands. In a daze, she cleared out the contents of her desk into a box, clutching her free latte in her hand as she carried it all to her car. She tried calling and texting her husband, but Jake remained silent as ever. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

She came home, throwing her box of crap on the floor as soon as she crossed the threshold and barely hearing the sound of picture frames breaking. She went to the kitchen immediately, seeking a snack, and found a note in Jake’s handwriting taped to the fridge: “I’m leaving. Took the kids. Sorry.”

Broken and red-eyed, Ellie returned to the cafe while Anne was starting to close up. Anne’s eyes widened when she saw the state she was in. “Oh my god, it was a bad day wasn’t it?” Ellie just nodded. “I…I don’t know where to go.” Anne gestured at one of the comfortable couches against the back wall. “You just sit right there and take a moment. I’ll get you fixed up with a drink and we can talk all about it.” 

Ellie could barely realize what was happening, though somewhere in her mind she was flattered by Anne’s generosity.  She shuffled to the couch and let it envelop her as she started thinking about all the suddenly-broken pieces of her life and how she didn’t know where to start putting them back together. She knew she had to get a new job and maybe even find a new place to live, but all she wanted right now was to drink pumpkin spice and curl up on this couch.

In the back room of the cafe, Anne was talking low on her phone. “Yes. I’ve got her. She’s ours now. Tell Madam we’ll have enough. You have the little ones? Good.”

Anne hung up and went back to her work. The cafe was empty except for Ellie in the corner, just sitting in a daze. No one was around to notice Anne deftly prick her finger and squeeze precisely one small drop of blood into Ellie’s pumpkin spice latte. “Nothing all that special,” she murmured to herself with a smirk

“Here you go honey,” Anne said, placing the mug in front of her. “Now tell me what happened.”

Parts 2 and 3 of this will drop later this October (spooky season, right?!) In the meantime, do feel free to share this with others!

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