Laloux had heard through the grapevine that Oran, The Grand Duke of the Bismuth Mines, had acquired a heliump egg and was looking for someone to sell it to. Since the passing of her beloved Lambchop, Laloux had felt an emptiness that fed a sadness deep within her. Time had passed and those feelings were pushed back to make room for daily activities, new concerns, and urgencies, but still those feeling of loss, loneliness, and heartbreak remained. Nothing would replace Lambchop, but she was now ready to adopt a new heliump. The thought made her smile and she began to consider names as she searched hiding places in her home for enough to pay for the tiny back egg the size of a pea.
Oran was not easy to deal with and as matter of fact he was often in a horrendous mood and took enjoyment on causing discomfort. She knew the best way to seal the deal was to bring him the only thing he truly liked - fear. Over the years she had collected enough fear to fill five viles. As she looked at them, it hardly seemed enough to make Oran interested. Like a living shadow that had been trapped, the fear swirled inside the tiny viles that had been corked.
“Ahh!” Laloux exclaimed as she had an idea.
The beasts that ruled and controlled trade with Inmost preferred the most gruesome offerings and Laloux, as well as other well prepared suvians, kept a few things on hand if need arose. She unpacked her winter coat and scarf and positioned her favorite hat on her head and headed to her desk where she picked out a red-silk ribbon. After tying up the offering from cold-storage in the basement with the ribbon, she set the knobs on the Ingress for a specific spot in Bolivia where it was always cold. She stepped into the swirling ether and in an instant she was no longer in her basement in Baltimore, but instead high up on Mount Illimani and surrounded by snow.
Although she was excited to have the egg, she was also nervous about making Oran unhappy at her. She hoped her barter was sufficient. Laloux stepped into the eerily-quite, bone-strewn cave entrance to the sensation that eyes were upon her. Laloux was being watched but could see no-one.
“I’ve come to see Oran.” she quaked.
“I’ve brought him a gift.”
Nothing - then shifting sand and the subtle hiss of snakes.
“What do you want from me?” Came the deep and cruel voice of Oran.
Laloux swallowed. “I would like to offer you a gift.” Laloux held out the jar full of eyes she had wrapped in the silk ribbon. “These are for you.”
A strong and foul wind met Laloux as Oran, the Grand Duke of the Bismuth Mines lunged from deep within the black depths of the cavern and stopped right before her.
“You know me well.” A glistening yellow-smile sparkled in the face of the dark and gargantuan form before her. He took the jar from her. “You may go now.”
“But, sir I would like to trade these for the heliump egg I hear you have.” She removed the viles from within her purse and held them out.
Oran snatched them from her and studied each vile for a fault. “Hmpf.” He scoffed. “Not quite enough.” He said with a sneer that was hardly visible in the darkness of the cave and on his blackened form. Like floating yellow teeth and the dim reflection from the eyes he was wearing in his sockets.
“But…” She said then stopped.
He then studied her. Olan moved so close to Laloux, she could feel his breath on her. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. A dark and shadowy form was sucked out of her chest and inhaled whole. “How lovely.” He said then left her and made his way with the viles and the jar.
Defeated - a tear fell down her cheek. He had tasted her fear and it felt disgusting. Like he had wormed his way into the private thoughts in her mind and the buried depths of her heart. Somewhere deep inside, she feared she would replace Lambchop and for get all about her and Olan took pleasure in this.
With her head low and tears on her chin, she made her way out of the cave. Just before the light of day touched her skin, she heard a scampering approaching her from behind and turned around. A small pale ghoulish creature was there and held out his hand with the heliump egg in his palm. “He said it’s yours. He never tasted fear so sweet.”
Laloux took the egg and held it. It was so tiny. Smaller even than a pea.
As of October 2016, I intended to use this blog as an accompaniment to my Facebook page and Instagram page. On this blog I post information and updates about my work as well as once a month I highlighted an artist whose work I like (I stopped doing this when I opened my gallery www.GalleryBlueDoor.com). As of March 2017, I began posting a monthly Story Entry with an accompanying illustration of mine. In mid-2019 I took a break from this, but it will resume.