First Bow

A sudden snap! My fingers twitch, spreading wide against the cool air. I am not rigid anymore! Ahead of me sits a glowing carved pumpkin on the brick steps. I lean forward on my spindly legs, tilt my head until my colorful hair sways, and give a sudden, silent curtsy to the grinning gourd. It doesn't move, but I do! The rustling dry leaves crunch under my red boots as I hold my theatrical pose, electric with newfound life.