Hello Everyone and happy weekend! To celebrate my favorite day of the week, each Friday I will highlight a short story, WIP, or other quip. I will write some of my own, but, also open it up for YOU, dear reader to join in.
If you would like to submit a Friday Fable please see the following guidelines:
1. All content MUST be YA, suitable for a general audience.
2. Fables must not exceed 500 words in length.
3. You must use an unpublished, original fable of your own, it can be a work in progress on its’ way for submission consideration.
4. Email to email@example.com with Fable Fridays in the subject line. Paste the entire fable within the email verbiage, not as an attachment.
If this feature grows in popularity, I will begin hosting a Friday Fables contest. Just not sure yet of the parameters, but, I can think of something.
Happy writing and let’s see what fables you can cook up!
The theater was an antique in itself with an old style balcony. The red ropes lined the entryway to the ticket counter. The smell of popcorn and dill pickle juice permeated the air. The excited voices of kids and adults alike filled the lobby and echoed off the tall ceilings. Everyone was eager to see the movie, “Bigfoot”. The mythical creature was infamous in the woods of Oklahoma and Texas. Everyone at the theater wanted to see a theatrical interpretation of the elusive monster.
Momma purchased the movie tickets and they headed toward the concession stand. “What else do you want besides popcorn?” Momma always bought Good n Plenty and Junior Mints. Indigo normally also asked for the big fat dill pickle. They loaded up on drinks and snacks and made their way up the balcony stairs. Indigo cajoled her mom about sitting in the front row, but the seats were already taken. Indigo was slightly disappointed, but followed momma to the available seats in the middle of the section.
The lights dimmed and the movie trailers began. “Bigfoot” was a “G” rated production, so, the previews were mostly for upcoming animated shows and comedies. Indigo relaxed a bit and took another big bite of her pickle as she watched the playful antics on the big screen. She finished about half of her pickle before the feature presentation began.
The movie opened with ominous music and a dark forest. Indigo clutched the pickle so tightly; juice ran unbeknownst down her wrist. As the camera panned through the trees, Indigo held her breath as she waited for something to jump from behind a tree. Any adult and some children could disregard the man in the unconvincing fur suit. However, the movie unbridled horror of an unknown kind for Indigo.
Although the acting was horribly B caliber, the next ninety plus minutes was torment for Indigo. It was enough to take Indigo’s infinite imagination to places of fright she had never been. In a climactic scene, Bigfoot smashed his hand through an unsuspecting family’s window, the big screen made his presence even larger and more formidable.
Indigo moved robotically after the movie was over. She could not process what had just happened to her. What was meant to be a fun evening of chills, turned into one of the worst experiences Indigo had ever had. She did not want to tell momma how bad she felt; she did not want momma to feel guilty about bringing her to the movie.
As Indigo and her momma were driving home from the movie, Indigo voiced her fears. “Momma, I can’t sleep now after that movie! Can we please leave a light on tonight when we go to bed?” Indigo’s momma replied, “now, now, that was only a movie, Bigfoot is not real. We’ve lived in these woods for years and have you ever seen a Bigfoot?” Indigo slowly replied, “well….no, but, that doesn’t mean I’m not scared!” Indigo’s momma reached across the car seat to take Indigo’s hand and draw it close to her and offered a suggestion. “I have a way for you to not be scared of the dark anymore. Do you want me to tell you?”
Indigo was intrigued, yet skeptical that anything would work. “Yes,” she stammered. Momma took a breath and unleashed the bomb of a response, “next time you think you see something in the dark, grab at it. When you feel nothing, you will know your imagination is playing tricks on you.” Indigo’s eyes widened as big as saucers and she sat stunned in the front seat of the car. “You expect me to grab at something I think is coming at me?! Momma that’s awful! I can’t do that!”
“Indigo, have I ever asked you to do something that hurt you?” Momma asked thoughtfully. “Well….no, but, I’m afraid!” Indigo replied vehemently.