A Picture a Day, Keeps the Something Something

One Picture, One Story



Sam lay on the couch slowly scanning the room while trying to unravel the mystery of what just happened. He was stringing expletives together in a whispered tone, too terrified to move. The lights were flickering intermittently and the television was fading in and out. He closed his eyes and tried to slow his breathing, but the room seemed to sway to and fro every time. Sam was suddenly quite aware of his full bladder and raced to the washroom, turning every light on along the way.

After some time he emerged slowly from the room and began convincing himself that his imagination had simply gotten away from him or maybe he was coming down with the flu. Comforted by what he thought was sound logic, he returned to his place on the couch and continued watching cartoons. The lights were no longer flickering and the reception on the TV was crystal clear. Everything seemed fine so he allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

Sam awoke to the soft sound of rapping on the front door. He stiffened and tried to ignore the sound, hoping whomever was there would eventually give up. The rapping persisted and grew louder with the passing minutes. Gah, hold the hell on! Sam rose slowly and dragged his feet to the door. Upon opening the door he jumped back at the sight that awaited him. There stood a small creature only partially resembling anything human and it seemed to be startled by Sam’s reaction. Excuse me sir, have you seen two small girls running around these parts?

All Sam could do was stare blankly at the creature. It had the nose and eyes of a man, but had the ears, hair and body resembling a squirrel or ground hog. The creature seemed to become frustrated with Sam’s lack of response and pushed past him into the house. Hey! Get out of here! Sam ran after him, tackling the thing in the front hall. They struggled for a moment until the creature freed himself yelling, Hold on! I just need to find the girls who were here! I know you saw them!

I did see them, but I thought I was dreaming…maybe I still am. Sam motioned to the creature with a look of disbelief on his face.

How rude of me! Exclaimed the beast, My name is Sciurus. I’ve been chasing these two for hours and it seems they have led me to you.

Excuse my confusion, Sciurus, Sam stumbled over the creatures name, but I have no clue what sort of ‘thing’ you are and where you have come from. I am really flabbergasted at what is happening at this moment.

They both stared at each other for a moment, trying to read the other’s next move. Sam broke and motioned the squirrel creature to search the home. Sciurus stood, nodded his thanks and began his search of the premises.

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This entry was posted on November 19, 2013 by in Short Story, Uncategorized, Wondrous and tagged , , , , , , .
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