Photo Prompt @ Ted Strutz
All that’s left is that sock puppet,” Maisie said to her husband.
Bill replied, “I thought I threw it away. Was it your favorite?”
“Not really,” Maisie said. “ I don’t know why Mom boxed it up with my doll furniture. I thought I threw it out. Please put it in the garbage.”
Maisie and Bill were spring cleaning their house. Later, Maisie found the sock puppet on a chair in their living room.
”Here it is again, Bill,” Maisie shouted out. Bill walked into the room, and they looked at the sock puppet.
It was smiling at them.
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff for hosting #Friday Fictioneers.
The Write Scribe 
The smile, I’m sure had a sinister charm
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Oh my… Hope it’s not nasty like Chucky!
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Evil laugh.
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The sinister turn was great reminder of how memories keep hanging on, for better or worse.
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You’ve got it, James. For better or worse.
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i think the husband has something to do with it. :)
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So do I!
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“Welcome to my nightmare.”
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Absolutely!
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Yikes. That’s a sock puppet with a very strong survival instinct. Destroy it immediately. Creepy story.
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I really don’t think it can be destroyed! Lol
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Oh, the script of this should flesh-out into a wonderfully chilling series. 🙂
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Thank you so much. You never know!
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Some things are hard to escape from.
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Oh, my. I think things are about to get weird.
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Creepy!!
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Well, a smile seems friendly, right? Right? Maybe? Uh-oh!
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Evidently, he’s the gift that keeps on giving.
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