Hey everybody, the way cool folks over at Hobo Camp Review picked up my oldie-but-goodie, “He Makes Art War,” for their spring issue. Check it out!
I thought I’d share one of the short stories I’m working on. It’s a mystery/thriller. Spooky.
Let me know what you think!
Great Aunt Margaret
“It’s watching me,” Eliza declared. She scrunched up her nose and tilted her head.
“She is not,” her father said. He straightened the frame and descended the ladder. “There, that looks good.”
They each took a step back and gazed at the portrait now hanging above the fireplace. The lady pictured sat in a chair, arms folded gently across her lap. She looked directly at the painter—at the viewer—with a distinctive expression, as if she was trying to convey a thought with her eyes alone. A rusted metal placard sat at the bottom of the frame. Its faded type read “Great Aunt Margaret” but the artist and date were indistinguishable.
“It gives me the creeps, Roger.”
He pushed her shoulder. “It’s a woman, you know…and the name is Dad.”
“Well she gives me the creeps.”
He gave her a disapproving look. “You had better get used to it. It’s going to be here for a while.”
Eliza moved left and right, testing to see if the eyes in the painting would follow her movements. “Is this creepy picture really all you got?”
Her father nodded at the painting. “Yeeeep.”
“Well I, for one, am not going to be alone in the same room with that thing.”
She spun on her heel and hurried out of the room.
He stared at the painting for another few seconds before turning away. He paused at the light switch. He could’ve sworn he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.
“Now she’s got me doing it,” he mumbled. He shut off the light.
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I got the idea for this story from a prompt. Now I’m going to offer it up to you! Here it is:
- The person in a painting you recently acquired suddenly disappears from view.