This story was written for the 50 word Thursday Challenge, this week hosted by Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, Click below to find out more:
The Book of Lost Souls
I’d been warned about going into Uncle Peregrine’s attic. Since his death, it’d been kept untouched. Elsie refused to dust it. That added to the mystery and I just couldn’t resist.
Uncle Peregrine had been distinctly odd. He’d wander around wearing red flowing robes and a pink silk turban on his head, smoking extremely unpleasant smelling cigars. He’d been a practitioner of the occult, but I’d always found him an immensely funny silly old fool.
The house was its usual bustle on a Sunday morning as everyone, even the staff, prepared to go to Church. I managed to feign illness; a bit of judicious rubbing behind the ears was enough to convince Mother that I had a rash and couldn’t possibly go along.
When they’d gone, I crept into the dusty old attic room, the walls lined with books.
One book appeared to be a children’s colouring book.
Gingerly I open it and I spin in a haze of greens, blues, and white, my perceptions unravelling like a roll of gauze.
My mind impossibly lost without a road map to help me back to reality.
Around me, I am surrounded by a riot of colour and shapes.
Then I spy a large figure sitting on the back of a tangerine coloured camel, wearing red robes and a pink turban.
Uncle Peregrine beams at me.
“There you are, my boy. Come to keep your Uncle company, have you? I hope you’ve said your goodbyes, there’s no going back now, you know.”
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