“We should call him Mr. Snowy McTinsel.”
“Grandpa, that’s a silly name for a snowman.”
“Okay, Daria. What would you name him?”
“How about Frosty?”
“That one’s been used.”
“A name can be used for more than one snowman.” The six-year-old stomped her foot down in resignation.
“If you say so, but we’d better get you back home now. Sun’s going down.”
“Can I have cookies?”
“Dinner first, then cookies.”
The pair walked away bidding the newly crafted snowman farewell, the old man crinkling the left over aluminum foil in his pocket. When they were gone, metallic eyes shimmered and glowed.
“We have arrived after our long slumber, Amon.”
“Indeed Gaap, and claimed the first possession for Legion.”
“Wait,” cried Zagan. “Something’s wrong. I can’t move the arms.”
“You’re right,” added Kasadya. And it doesn’t have feet or legs either.”
“By Lucifer, I should never have put you in charge of choosing the first victim, Gaap. Now we’re stuck inside of this…this object.”
“It’s been so long. I just forgot what humans looked like.”
“Terrific,” sulked Amon. “Now we’ll have to wait until the thaw before being free to roam the Earth again.”
“But Amon, this is Canada.”
I wrote this for the Sunday Photo Fiction – March 4th 2018 challenge. The idea is to use the image above as the inspiration for crafting a piece of flash fiction no more than 200 words long. My word count is 198.
I’ve written a lot of “snowman” and “Grandchildren” stories, but seeing that this snow-being used aluminum foil gave me the idea of glowing eyes. The rest just sort of wrote itself.
To read other stories based on the prompt, go to InLinkz.com.