“Mom! I can’t find Skeecher!” Jeremy yelled.
Mom turned from the sink. This was the third time this week that Skeecher, a strange statue that Jeremy had unearthed in the garden, had gone missing.
Last week when she had sent Jeremy out to pick rocks from the newly-tilled soil of the garden, he moaned about the work like any normal 10-year-old. But when he came running in holding this dirt-covered statue of pot-bellied humanoid, he was anything but annoyed. He was delighted. Why Jeremy named it Skeecher was as much a mystery as the thing’s origins.
“Did you look on your dresser?” It sounded like an obvious place, but that’s where Skeecher was yesterday when they went to look.
“No! I looked there. AND the window sill. AND the closet,” Jeremy said, listing off Skeeter’s previous hiding places.
“I’ll help you find him” she said, drying her hands and heading down the hall. She opened the door to Jeremy’s room, and there was Skeecher standing in the middle of the floor.
“Is this a joke?” she asked.
Jeremy didn’t say anthing. He just scooped up the figure and hugged it.
The next day, while Jeremy was at his friend’s house, Mom heard noises in Jeremy’s room as she passed. She opened the door to see 6-foot tall Skeecher leap onto the desk and shrink to his normal size.
She ran in and grabbed the statue. His body still felt supple. His eyes blinked open and met hers.
This is my contribution to the Unicorn Challenge. It’s a challenge with only two rules: 1) no more than 250 words, and 2) inspired by the photo.
I know, I know — I’ve been MIA, but the creative tank has been low. Life.
And I realize this is an incomplete story. Again – life.
Don’t you think life is just one big incomplete story?
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
yes indeed I do 😁
Ooh! Intriguing 👍🏼
Life is obviously incomplete until death closes the book.
But what if there’s more after that?
Sally, you’re back – hurray!(Though I completely understand about creative tanks being low…)Ooh, ‘his eyes blinked open and met hers…’ – talk about a cliff hanger!I love this mother who appears in your stories, she always has time and patience.Let’s hope her eyes work their magic on Skeecher – great name – and he turns out to be a michievous, fun-loving and kind… Skeecher.
A delightful story with an open ending that’s just perfect! Nice one, Sally
Okay that was pretty high on the creepy scale! And I have to agree that life is one long unfinished story. And this one is all the scarier for having no conclusion… my mind creates far more terrifying scenarios!
soooo creepy! and yes, life babbles along like water in a stream.
Oh, so chilling. It’s a good thing that mom heard Skeecher and hopefully get rid of the creature. Oy!
well written.
Well i should say your creative streak popped back up when you wrote this one! He’s creepy looking enough without being 6 feet tall! Nicely done, Brenda.
And why I called you Brenda I will never know! Sorry Sally.