Bedtime Stories for Grown-up Children #874

Oh That Drax!

“Drax! Drax! Draxmidian! Stop fooling and come this instant.” Draxmidian’s mother called.

“Now calm down, dear.” Her husband said. “Drax is just playing a joke on us. He’ll be along shortly. Sit down and enjoy the afternoon breeze, my dear.”

“But the what about the natives, Arthur? You know they come out in the afternoons. You know that. What if he’s not playing a joke on us this time Arthur! What if . . . oh why did I ever agree to come to this horrible place!”

“Now now, Marna. Drink you tea. Drax is a smart boy. He knows never to go into the forest. You need to relax.”

“But he’s a boy Arthur. And sometimes boys do stupid things!”

“Marna you’re tea is getting cold. Now drink. He’ll be along, you’ll see.”

Marna scanned the horizon and sipped her tea. Then she thought she saw movement in the brush beyond the expanse of deep green lawn. Yes! It must be Drax! But her heart stopped when she saw it wasn’t her little boy.

“Oh my god, Arthur!”

“Let me handle this, dear.” Arthur stood and felt the weight of his gun in his jacket. “Greetings sir. What brings you?”

The creature was tall with pale blue skin and the bright yellow eyes of a cat. His hair hung long and loose to his waist. He held up an article of clothing. It was Drax’s jacket.

Marna screamed. Arthur fired his gun.

The creature fell to the ground and they watched it’s blood pour out, nearly the same shade as the lawn.

““Daddy! Mommy! What happened?” Drax asked as he climbed out from his hiding place underneath the porch.