Pop Goes The Weasel…

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I’m not sure exactly when I woke up – or why. Not that it matters. Some things are just mystery. I mean, do you know why you have self-knowledge? Or who gave it to you? Like I said, some things are just mystery.

I know one thing, though. Seems I was born listening to that ceaseless, monotonous tune, always feeling its reverberations inside my box. Like to drive me crazy, you know?

dah.dah.dah.
dah.dah.dah.dah.daaaaah…

POP GOES THE WEASEL!

That’s when the lid to my box would burst open, and against my will I’d spring out, my body swaying and arms flailing.

It’s also when I’d find myself confronted with him.

His fat, pig-like face and slobbery pink lips would be grinning at me. I hated him, hated the red pimples on his cheeks, the black-framed glasses, the long, greasy hair. He was a mess.

Worse, he was mean. Real mean.

He’d stare at me, putting his face so close to mine that I could feel his mucous-clogged breath. “Your time’s coming, Jackie Boy. You wait and see… your time’s coming…”

***

“Christ, Wesley, look at this shit!” said the woman, walking into the bedroom. She looked around, shaking her head. Feathers and stuffing floated about the room.

“You’re ten years old. Don’tcha think that’s a little old to be playing with stuffed toys and jack-in-the-boxes? What the hell did you do to these toys? Jesus, stuffing’s all over the place. You’re just like your father! He was a psycho, too. Like father, like son. You wanna wind up in prison, too? Mr. Psycho, Jr.? Now clean up this crap and get to bed.”

Wesley and I watched her leave the room.

“Bitch,” whispered Wesley, repeatedly plunging his small penknife into the smiling panda next to me. “Bitch, bitch, bitch!”

His rage spent, he left the knife buried in the shredded remains of the panda.

Suddenly, he looked up at me. “What the hell are you staring at? Huh? I got news for you, Jackie Boy… your time’s coming.” He shoved me, causing me to tip over into the soft down of the panda’s stuffing. He laughed. “Your time’s coming!”

The bear’s smile seemed sad to me. His empty black eyes stared upward. I thought I heard a whisper.

Justice.

***

Wesley’s fury had exhausted him, and he fell across the bed. Within minutes I heard the snuffling sounds he always made when sleeping.

That’s when I decided I had a newsflash for him. Just this week I’d discovered I had the ability to move my arms, make my mitts do whatever was necessary.

I looked at the panda apologetically, then reached into his guts and withdrew the small, sharp knife.

Justice.

I secreted the knife within my folds, and grabbed the lid of my box, carefully pulling it down as I gathered myself deep inside.

I’m going to be ready for you next time, Wesley. Your time’s coming. Yeah, your time’s coming, Wesley Boy.

dah.dah.dah.
dah.dah.dah.dah.daaaaah

POP GOES THE WEASEL!

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Word Count: 500
Author’s Note: This week’s tale is written in response to a challenge to write a 500-words or less story in which the protagonist is an inanimate object granted sentience by a higher power. You can check out these weekly flash fiction challenges hosted by ThainInVain here.

About Kate Loveton

Aspiring novelist. Avid reader of fiction. Reviewer of books. By day, my undercover identity is that of meek, mild-mannered legal assistant, Kate Loveton, working in the confines of a stuffy corporate law office; by night, however, I'm a super hero: Kate Loveton, Aspiring Novelist and Spinner of Tales. My favorite words are 'Once upon a time... ' Won't you join me on my journey as I attempt to turn a hobby into something more?
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35 Responses to Pop Goes The Weasel…

  1. W. K. Tucker says:

    Jack-in-the-boxes are creepy–like clowns. One never knows what’s going on in their little minds.
    But, after all, the kid deserved whatever Jack had in store for him, perhaps stabbing him in the eyes. (I’m smiling with evil glee here. 🙂
    A great tale, Kate, and the flow of the story was just right, from beginning to end.

  2. Lucy says:

    Yes, I love Forbidden Planet. Watched it last night, until I fell asleep. Lucy

  3. Meg says:

    Hah! That is one righteous Jack in the box! Great, spooky tale, Kate.

  4. Mark Baron says:

    I’m with Julia. Jack here and my Watcher should team up and form the League of Just Inanimate Objects 😉

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  6. Kate Loveton says:

    Thanks, Heather! Shall I cancel the clown doll I was going to have delivered to your house for Christmas? 😉

  7. Well, that totally creeped me out, but in a good way! 🙂

    Excellent work as usual, Kate! ❤

  8. Love it! There is really nothing creepier than toys (well maybe clowns) and Mr Psycho, Jr. is going to get it! This was really well written and super engaging. Great story, Kate!!!!! TiV

  9. Kate Loveton says:

    Yes! It was all about justice! Of a chilling kind. 🙂 Glad you enjoyed.

  10. Chills and thrills. Love this. Justice. Oh yes. 😀

  11. Julia Lund says:

    Is it wrong to think Wesley deserves everything he undoubtedly is going to get?! After all, he’s just a ten year old child! Testament to your convincing writing that the reader roots for the more than slightly disturbing Jack-in-a-box than frustrated and angry child! Another great story, Kate.

    • Kate Loveton says:

      Poor, unsympathetic Wesley – such a bestial little boy! But I guess when your mother calls you ‘Mr. Psycho Jr.,’ you’re kind of doomed from the start, aren’t you?

      Thanks for the kind words, Julia, about my writing. (And also for the helpful advice you offer from time to time – it is much appreciated, my friend.)

  12. Harliqueen says:

    Yeah, I will be having nightmares tonight! 😀

  13. Excellent treatment, Kate. I really admire your ability to produce imaginative, high quality fiction consistently.

    • Kate Loveton says:

      Thanks, Keith – I appreciate your comment. I’m never sure what’s going to come together until the last moment. I’ll say to myself, ‘I can’t possibly come up with anything for that…’

      But most times, I find I can. 🙂

  14. Helen Espinosa says:

    You captured the creepy tone perfectly. I found myself shivering a few times. I likee! 🙂

  15. tempestletrope says:

    Marvelously scary! There’s always something dread-inducing about clowns, Jack in the Boxes, ventriloquist’s dummies and the like.
    Thank you for visiting The Netherworld.

    • Kate Loveton says:

      You’re welcome re the visit. And, like you, I agree that the three items you mentioned are very scary. They are certainly not items you want in your bedroom once you turn off the lights… 😀

  16. Margaret Smith says:

    Yes, what a talent. You have so much imagination…how you come up with something so well written from what ever prompt you accept is fantastic. It’s funny because when I was a very young kid, I was scared of a jack in the box….there was always something creepy about them. Great story.

  17. Linda Smith says:

    Oh…my…goodness! What a gruesome way to imagine a Jack-in-the-box…..or is it just imagination? What a twist. Very good.

  18. Shades of Chucky! I wanted to see what happened…..You are a real talent!

  19. willow1945 says:

    Whooo–scary! Well-written piece; I enjoyed it.

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