Introduced once again by Flurnston Boils, who needs extra cash for Halloween candy this year
For tonight’s tale of the supernatural, we have something with a happy ending — at least from my point of view — in a story I call Ears Looking at You, Kid.
“I would suggest you handle that statue more carefully” said the voice in the doorway. Algernon turned to see Catheter, the butler, glaring at him disapprovingly. “It does not take kindly to being mistreated.”
It was a cat, smoothly carved from the purest onyx, trimmed in diamonds, with fierce ruby eyes that glared at Algernon as he returned it to the mantel. But its most striking feature was its ears, formed from solid, glittering gold.
“Picked it up in Egypt, did he?” asked Algernon, referring to their absent host. “By the way, where is old Bingy anyway? Too stuffy to attend his own house party?”
“Master Binghampton is… not quite himself today, I’m afraid,” said the butler, and was gone.
Algernon took a last look at the statue. Its beauty seemed to fix him in place, but it was the ears, the way they reflected the light of the evening sun, that fascinated him the most. He rubbed them one last time — for luck, he told himself — and returned to his room. But the next morning…
Flurnston photo: Marcello il mostro, by akk_rus, licensed under CC BY 2.0
