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Tit for Tat.


As Cloe’s Mom made the finishing touches to the Jack o’ lantern she was carving Cloe crept inside. “Where have you been hiding?” Cloe’s Mom asked. Cloe looked up at her Mother with her big brown eyes and said, “I’ve been playing in the backyard with my friends.”
“Your friends? Tell me about these friends of yours.” Said Cloe’s Mom.
“The Weens, they are teeny weeny little people who live in our garden.” Said Cloe. “You’ll have to introduce them to me sometime.” Said Cloe’s Mom with a smile. She had imaginary friends as a child too. “I hope you weren’t getting up to mischief.”
At this Cloe looked instantly guilty. She was five years old and her chubby little face told no lies.
“OK, what have you been up to? Come with Mommy and show her just what you did with your little imaginary friends.” “Weens.” Said Cloe. “OK then, just what you did with your Weens.” Said Cloe’s Mom.
“Cloe wouldn’t have to make up imaginary friends if she still had a pet to play with.” Thought Cloe’s Mom. In the short six months since Cleo’s family had lived in the old house on Jacaranda Place they had lost three dogs. She was sure that Mr Kimble, their next door neighbor, had something to do with the disappearing puppies. He was a horrible man with tattoos all over his body, including a tattoo of the word SHARON on his right arm.  His wife is a scared beaten woman and her name is JANE.
Mr Kimble had complained about the noise from the first day they got the first Puppy. The puppy didn’t even, in Cloe’s Mom’s eyes, seem to make that much noise anyway. Mr Kimble would stand at the back fence and scream, “If you don’t shut that bloody mongrel up I’ll do it for you.” Cloe’s Mom couldn’t even bring herself to talk to the horrible man. She knew that he had done something terrible to the three puppies, but she had no proof. She never would have let Cloe play in the back yard by herself with that man next door. But Cloe must have snuck out while she was making the Jack o’ lantern.
Cloe and her Mom walked into the back yard and Cloe lead them towards Mr Kimble’s fence where the rumpus room was. The rumpus room was a large cubby house that was there when Cloe’s parents bought the house. So, what were you doing up here then Cloe Hunter?” her mother asked as she walked through the rumpus room door.
“Painting.” Said Cloe proudly. She pointed to a beautifully framed painting that she had done. The frame used to have an old movie poster in it, but the poster now lay discarded on the floor. “That’s an amazing painting, but how did you get it in the frame?” Said Cloe’s Mom.
“The Weens did it, they did a painting too.” Said Cloe pointing to another framed painting that was mounted on the wall. “That’s amazing thought Cloe’s Mom.” The painting was perhaps three feet square, and so detailed and elaborate with soft colors that blended into one another. The subject matter was a little scary though. Skulls and daggers and a Mermaid all swirled together in the one beautiful piece of art. Then Cloe’s mum thought she recognized part of the painting. It was a red heart with SHARON emblazoned across it.
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About ispiderbook

Anthony is a first time novelist who is based in Sydney Australia.

7 responses to “Tit for Tat.

  1. These Weens are horrifying. More please.

  2. neve16 ⋅

    I like it! go weens 😉

  3. LadyGrave

    Ooh, what a creepy little twist at the ending. Perfect for this time of year. If you’re considering a second draft, I’d love to see the details of Mr. Kimble’s tattoo described earlier in the narrative. That way, as the “painting” is described, the readers could come to the realization of its true nature along *with* Cloe’s mom, instead of needing her thoughts to clue them in. This is a fun piece, and thanks for following my blog.

    • Thanks LadyGrave!

      Great feedback, I really appreciate it. It wouldn’t even have to be that big a detail, enough to link the two but not give the gag away.
      I’ve decided there is a bigger story in this, a short story called ‘The art collector’ using the framed tattoo theme. It’s about a weirdo who’s walls are covered with framed tattoos. It’s very dark.

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