2017 Nightmare Fuel Day 28

“You rang, Little Miss?” Her pull, followed by a command was irresistible. I popped through a painting that was close to her. She wore her favorite tutu over her school outfit, and looked adorable as usual.

“Of course I did, Pete. I’m lost.” She looked up into my eyes, and her gaze fell on the little flower I brought with me. It was surrounded by flying animals from my realm called chiroropia, tiny bat-like butterflies that glowed. Her face lit up in a smile as she reached up for the flower.

“You know no one else can see me, or the flower, Little Miss.” I reminded her gently.

“I know Pete,” but she glanced around anyway. “Tutor left me behind, don’t like her.”

“Want me to hunt her down?”

“No! Stay,” she pouted up to me.

“For a little while,” I said down to her, and stepped out onto the cool marble floor of the museum. Human art hung everywhere, and I admired some of it. Others seemed unworthy of admiration, much like humans.

“Why is art important?” She looked up at me.

“Little girl, are you lost?” A guard came up to her and knelt down to her level as she spoke.

“No Ma’am.”

“Who are you here with?”

“My best friend, Pete. He’s invisible.” She leaned in and whispered her secret.

“Okay, well, if you get upset, tell someone dressed like me and we’ll help you okay?” the guard waited for her to answer.

“Yes, ma’am,” she said, already distracted by a chiroropia flying down a hallway.

As the guard left, she spoke into a contraption on her shoulder. “Be advised a small girl in a tutu is wandering our halls alone. She is calm, but keep an eye out for her adult.” The chatter from the contraption was too garbled to make sense, human speech was enough trouble for me.

When I get back home I should trim my claws, they clanged on the floor too loud. I followed Little Miss for an hour, when her tutor appeared, flustered and worried.

“I told you to wait for me,” the woman growled in low tones to Little Miss.

“But…” Little Miss said.

“You will address her with respect,” I whispered into the tutor’s ear and gooseflesh appeared along her exposed neck and arms.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone so long.” The tutor’s attitude changed in an instant.

Little Miss didn’t miss a beat. “No,you shouldn’t have.”

About Kary

I write many things, prose, poems, flash fiction, short stories, novellas, and novels. Feedback welcome. View all posts by Kary

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