Eerie, Indiana triple drabble: Salvage Rights

[froodle]

The swans had killed a kraken just off the western edge of the lake, dragging it from the muddy depths of a thousand-year slumber to die screaming in the cold clear light of an April morning. Now the corpse bobbed, bloodied and bloated, beside the little wooden pier where rowboats moored in summer. One half-eaten tentacle, caught by the tide, slapped forlornly against the barnacle-crusted pilings.

"It smells," said Harley, his tone indicating great approval.

Lillian nodded.

"That's nature for you," she said. "Or rather, super-nature, in this case." She rummaged in the stygian depths of her great black purse, emerging after some moments with a heavy stone knife, it's blade nicked and stained, it's handle crudely carved.

"Oh, look," she said. "I think that's our swan, the one over by the eye-socket with kraken-brains all over his face. Didn't he get big?"

"Yes," said Harley, who unlike the swan had barely grow an inch since last summer. Lillian gave him a warning glance.

"I see that rock," she said. "Put it down."

Harley shook his head. Lillian sighed.

"Harley," she said. "I asked if you wanted to go to the park with me to help harvest suction cups from the kraken corpse. I didn't say you could throw stones at the local bird life while we were down here."

"Never said I couldn't," Harley countered.

"I'm saying it now," said Lillian. "So I guess the question for you is, do you want to throw rocks at masked, murderous water fowl more than you want to carve up an ancient creature of myth and legend?"

Harley looked at the dead sea monster, slick with black ichor that oozed from hundreds of gaping wounds. He looked at the swans, busily tearing away long strips of meat from the tattered-looking carcass, and weighed his chances.

"Fine," he said, dropping the stone. "This time."



Teller Family History

First Date by froodle, in which a young Edgar Teller shows off one of his earlier inventions

Popcorn by froodle. Friday night is always movie night in the Teller household.

The Teller Home for Displaced Youth by froodle, in which Edgar harbours some doubts about his new home town

Lawn by froodle, in which Marilyn Teller contemplaces some yardwork

Tornado Day, Revisited by froodle, in which Syndi learns exactly what it means to be Miss Tornado Day

Wildlife by froodle, in which Simon and Marshall go to the beach

Culinary Delights by froodle, in which Syndi's terrible cooking may or may not have been an accident

Camping by froodle, in which Syndi cannot sleep

Artist in the Family by froodle, in which an immortal creature takes a liking to Syndi

Without Due Care and Attention by froodle, in which Syndi finally becomes mobile

Waiting In by froodle, in which there is an ice-storm and a handyman does not arrive

Brunch by froodle, in which Marilyn does not appreciate Edgar's help in the kitchen

Handmade by froodle, in which the Tellers receive a Christmas package from Marilyn's mother

Poor Life Choices by froodle, in which Syndi loves her brother anyway

Lillian by froodle, in which Marilyn's mother has concerns

Visitor by froodle, in which Marshall's grandma comes to stay

Nap by froodle, in which Marshall has a quiet moment in the Secret Spot

Fresh Sheets by froodle

Tradition by froodle, in which Dash and Marshall decorate a Christmas tree

Hometown by froodle, in which Mars and Syndi visit New Jersey




Holmes Brothers

The End by froodle, in which Simon reads Harley a bedtime story

Drains by froodle, in which clowns are evil, murderous sacks of shit, and Simon is having none of it

Kaleidoscope by froodle, in which Simon has cause to regret buying cheap toys at the World o' Stuff

Sneakers by froodle, in which the latest Sky Monsters are released

Reception by froodle, in which Simon has problems with his mobile phone

Festival by froodle, in which Eerie's local businesses celebrate the summer

Strawberry by froodle, in which there is unauthorised hubbub in Eerie

Anticipation by froodle, in which Simon and Harley look forward to the Equinox

The Hut by froodle, in which Simon takes on the forces of Eerie solo

Comments

[evilinsanemonkey]

I really super love your Harley

[froodle]

:D thank you!

[deifire]

I love Lillian as the only person who can handle Harley!

[froodle]

She's New Jersey born and raised, the Littlest Antichrist has nothing on her.