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 Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 1:21 am
The weather was pleasant and a tranquil air would lightly travel through the open marketplace every so little while as the sun shined ever so brightly. Rossy acknowledged the brilliant day with a satisfied grunt as he leaned back in his chair and sipped the cup of tea that was just refilled by a waitress. Stretching next, Rossy itched behind his ear and gave a light cat-yawn. Today was certainly a lazy day. After finishing off his third serving of tea, Rossy left the bill payment and tip upon the table and left. His bill was cheap as all he really buying was tea and refills were cheap. Never the less, he left the waitress a good set amount of money for her trouble. She deserved it after all.
Rossy earned a sudden bounce in his step as he squeezed past other pedestrians. The marketplace was open and days such as these were busy while prices were cheap. Rossy was known to stall and window view while out on days like these, but never buy anything. However, something caught his eye as he shifted through a pair of woman. It was a used book stall and it was heavily laced with young bookworms of varying ages. Rossy's workaholic aura surely did not fit in but he shrugged it off as he approached a certain book. It was titled "Arachnophobia: The Fear of Our Eight-Legged Friends". Rossy shivered at this. He was never fond of bugs, especially spiders. He decided to pick up the book since it might help him out.
A familiar cha-ching was heard as Rossy purchased the book. As he received his change, the woman behind the counter quickly pressed if he would like a bag. Rossy simply shook his head and made a casual walk home. The sun was already low upon the horizon as Rossy clicked open the door to his home. Though he did buy the book to read, he tossed it upon the couch instead and made his way towards the kitchen for dinner.
From that hour onwards, everything was routine. Dinner, television, brush teeth than more cable watching up in his room. Rossy was half way up the stairs until he remember his dear book. Racing back down, the ex pastry chef cuffed the book into grip and made his way slowly back up the stairs. He slammed into his bed with a loud thud than opened the book. Television could wait . . . it had been quite a while since he has read something while in bed.
The pages of the book were as yellow as gilt cream and seemed to be untouched by human hand. Though he received it from a used book stall, he wondered why it was still in such good condition. Shrugging it off, Rossy turned the page and a photograph fell out and landed upon his chest. Picking himself up from his comfortable stance, Rossy picked up the seemingly curious looking Polaroid. The image upon it was clouded and obviously this obscured what the real image was. Rossy wondered what the picture was and more importantly . . . what was it doing in his book.
With logical reasoning coming to mind, Rossy guessed someone was probably using it as a book mark. It seemed just and he flicked it over to the side of his bed side. He took a deep sigh next and saw that his urge to read was gone. Rossy tossed the book aside and flicked the television on. The day had been good.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 1:55 am
The image jittered and moved blurred more and then blurred less. The soft outcry of 'OW' was heard echoing through the room and suddenly the Foto itself began to vibrate as if suddenly anxious. It didn't take long until a strange child emerged with arms and other numerous limbs that most normal children don't have. His dark eyes gazed about and blinked.
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