A Photo prompt for this week’s 100 WCGU!
The old woman shoved me down the cellar steps into darkness, slamming the trap door behind me.
For weeks now I’d felt her watching me deliver her morning paper, eyes boring into my retreating back. Planning. Assessing.
As my eyes adjusted, I detected a dim light glowing overhead in the centre of the room, throwing the corners into shadow.
And then, I heard panting, a shuffling noise, and out from the shadows crawled a huge shaggy creature with burning yellow eyes and a long, slavering red tongue.
“Play with me,” it pleaded plaintively, “I’ve got a ball we can use.”
castelsarrasin 
Dear Sandra,
When you write, the bright light of your imagination throws the corners of your mind into shadow…. out of which come your stories.
Love it, and in solely a writerly way, you.
Aloha,
Doug
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🙂 Sometimes I think you comment in a more inspired manner than I could ever write, Doug! Thank you. 😉
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ha! had me fooled. good job.
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Hi Rich, thanks for commenting.
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Great piece. I always enjoy what you write. There’s something very well rounded in how you deliver a story.
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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You had me scared in the cellar with the unwitting delivery person (I could see the monster in my mind!), but I’m wondering how the old woman got him to the door? Especially since he/she was suspicious of her. 🙂
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She’s all powerful – all my women are. 🙂 Good point.
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LOL! “slavering?” Truly original…and I can almost smell it’s breath! nicely done. 🙂
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Poor creature! Thanks for commenting.
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You’re a great story teller Sandra, I love it!
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Thanks Gilly, glad you enjoyed it.
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Hee hee – love that dog! I’m just wondering how long before the delivery person ends up as the ball!
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That’s how the ball keeps getting bigger! 🙂 🙂 Thanks for commenting Sally-Jayne
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My thoughts also!
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So awe-fully delightful, I love the description of the creature, and of course we know what that ball is made of.
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Yes – former playmates 🙂 It can only be a matter of time. Thanks for commenting.
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What a great piece.
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Thank you Susan, glad you liked it.
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Poor monster, it only wants to play…
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I call it over-exuberance, but it always ends in disaster. 🙂
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wow i was getting a sense of scariness until the ending – good imagery x
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Thank you for dropping by and commenting.
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Ah! That was so creepy. I loved it! 😀 All of the little nuances of memory, and then that immediate moment of fear. The talking “dog” is especially gruesome and sad. Well done!
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Thanks Mayumi; I felt sorry for the poor monster, menacing though he is.
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I would like to hear more but fear we all know how this will develop!
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Yes, I think the delivery boy will be playing his last game.
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