Three long skinny balloons lay on Thea's lap. She was blowing up another balloon, grimacing a little at the squeaky sound it made as she tied off the knot. That was four done and another three to go. She glanced again at the manual beside her and smiled. Lou had once called it her crazy smile - the one she always smiled right before attempting to pull off some madcap scheme. It was a good thing he wasn't around right now, though she would have much appreciated his help in blowing up the balloons. She had wanted to use an air pump, probably a bicycle pump, but the manual said that it worked best with warm air, so her breath it had to be, since there was no one else around. She had made sure of that.
Seven long skinny balloons and she would have her very own pet. The manual guaranteed that if she did it right, the little monkey would come alive. She felt a little bit like Frankenstein, a little bit like God. Had Frankenstein felt like God when he created his monster? She laid the sixth balloon down and stopped to catch her breath. If it turned out right, she could make a business out of it. Balloons were cheap, and maintaining a balloon monkey, though it were alive, should work out to be cheap. What would they eat anyway?
Thea looked at the seven long skinny balloons laid out in a row beside her. She flipped the manual to the next page and studied the diagrams carefully. She didn't want to get this wrong. She was tired of blowing balloons for today. She decided she felt more like God than like Frankenstein. After all, God had breathed into Man and he came alive, rather like how she had been breathing into the balloons. Frankenstein had still relied on the wind and the thunder - all acts of God, not his own. She scoffed at him.
Twisting the balloons was harder than she expected and her fingers twitched nervously, half expecting the balloons to burst with every squeak they gave. The squeaking was reaching a fever pitch by the time she had finished, and she wondered why the noise was still there even when she had laid the seven inch tall balloon monkey down on the ground and wasn't touching it anymore.
Her next act was to take the terrarium down from its storage above her cupboard and place it on the table beside her bed. It was empty now - she supposed she would fill it up with sand and stuff later on, when she could get it. But for now, she turned to stare at the balloon monkey. She almost swore it had moved. Picking it up, she did the last thing the manual had instructed - she placed it in the terrarium, instinctively stepping back a few paces to see what would happen.
The howl that emitted from the terrarium almost deafened her. As she went off in search of ear plugs, the only thing in her mind was the glum thought that Lou wouldn't be very happy when he came home. Why hadn't the manual said that it would be this noisy?
|taken from www.kingdomofloathing.com|
Hey that was a very interesting story!! I enjoyed it! I will look more closely at balloons in the future!! www.sandysanderellasmusings.blogspot.comReplyDelete
Thanks Sandy... I hope those balloons don't come alive!Delete
Great story. I can almost hear the squeaking of the balloons!ReplyDelete
Thanks Mama J!Delete
Those balloons are noisy.
Oh my! I'm thankful that none of my children's balloon animals came to life, but this will make me look at them differently in the future.ReplyDelete
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I hope they never do! That would be just so freaky.Delete
Anna, Kudos to you for this story :)-- I look forward to the rest of your challenge posts!ReplyDelete
Co-host, A to Z Challenge 2013
Thanks for dropping by Damyanti.Delete
I enjoyed reading this! (:ReplyDelete
Fun, fun story, Anna!ReplyDelete
Thanks for sharing it too! :)
Hah! A balloon golem!ReplyDelete
Found you via the A to Z challenge.
Hey Tony, thanks for dropping by!Delete
Hahaha... they eat... balloon bananas?ReplyDelete