Gnome bomb

A Story by Jon Roggie

Knowing my limited reflexes,

a surly individual has become more bold.

Sneaking into new territory,

unaware of the surroundings.

"Gnome!"

He freezes in place,

hoping it might be another gnome.

"YOU!

The one behind the duck,

and clover!

Stand still, gnomie!"

please forgive me, Mr. Floyd

What do gnomes do in these situations?

Freeze in place.

Don't move.

Stand like a statue.

Maybe a lawn ornament.

"Fine. I will just walk away."

True to the word,

the big one walks into the shadows,

sighs,

and takes a seat.

Few grunts,

and a couple of choice words,

which even made an aged gnome's ears blush,

finally followed by a satisfied sigh.

Chords of music begin to play,

and a deeper voice echoes the song,

"My uncle has a country place,

…"

Stops,

while the music still plays.

Ember glows for a moment.

"Still there?"

Chuckles.

"Moved behind the roses."

When I realized it wasn't a question,

my hat went limp.

"This is the Garden, my friend.

Some of us live here.

We don't talk much,

but it is our home."

Rustle in the leaves,

and a few butterflies fly by,

tortoise wanders off,

and the gnome watches a pixie fly away.

© 2020 Jon Roggie

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Lorry

And that my friend, is what imagination is all about. (I had to write that, as so few people would read and understand this to be non fiction, which it clearly is if only they'd open their eyes.)
My garden is sadly gnome free and even wildlife free at the moment, which in the eerie silence does lend an extra layer of foreboding into the mix.
Now I am left wondering if amazon deliver gnomes, or would that be seen as slavery? 😀