A Picture a Day, Keeps the Something Something

One Picture, One Story

Wondrous

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After an hour or so of uncomfortable silence, Sam creaked his chair, got up and walked to the window and stared idly out the grimy window. A cat was perched uncomfortably on the peak of the neighbouring house, attached to a leash and seemingly gigantic next to the small frames of the squirrel-people. Sam couldn’t help but smile at the comical appearance of the whole scene. He looked back at Sciurus sitting at the table busying himself with some mundane work that he pulled from an old decomposing cardboard box that sat sadly in a dark corner. He didn’t notice Sam approach to catch a glimpse of what was so important.

“What are you up to there?” Sciurus jumped clear out of his chair and scurried under the table in fear. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“You scared the daylights out of me! Sorry, I was so caught up in my work I had forgotten you were here!” He gathered himself up from the floor and climbed back in his chair. Visibly shaken he took a swig from another tiny bottle he had hidden under the table.

“Want a taste?” Sciurus pushed the bottle towards Sam. “Just be careful to not take too much at once.”

Sam picked up the bottle, studying its small curves as he did so. He took a quick sniff and grimiced at the sent. “What is this? It smells of death and bad food!” Sciurus smiled and chuckled.

“It’ll calm your nerves a little. Just don’t take too much.”

Sam brought the bottle to his lips and downed what he thought was a small amount. Imediately the floor boards seemed to pull apart and the roof grew legs and walked off. The sun spun and shot out fountains of blood and Sciurus’ laughter turned to the mighty roar of a great waterfall. Sam tried to close his eyes, but the circus of sights became more and more bizarr untill finally he fell to the floor, vomiting uncontrollably.

“What was that?” Sam said between choked breaths.

“I told you not to take too much.” Sciurus giggled a little and returned to his work. Sam closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep filled with colourful and wonderful dreams.

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