Beautiful Things

Its was more that he had come by it in an unusual and unexpected way.  I haven't done a good job describing how this happened as I don't fully understand it myself.

But undeniably, there it was. It was set in the middle of the table as if it had always been there. It was as if it was looking at you everywhere one went in the room, maybe even anywhwere in the house. That gave it an eerie feel that was likely unwarranted. It gave off no color or light, made no sound, and it moved, or at least appeared to, only when we did. It made him nervous, waiting for some death announcing sound to issue out of it as it flew into a sudden and random flurry of mayhem, but really, it gave him no reason to think so.

"Well. That was odd."

"Yes, quite...",  I responded, not taking my eyes off of it.

"Do you think we should poke it?", she asked shyly.

"No, I dont think we should poke it, Amy, no!" , George retorted with a vehemence that even surprised him. I suspect he too was waiting for it to unravel and rain death upon us. His eyes never left it, as none of us trusted the other to keep an eye on it, as if that alone kept it from killing us.

"What then should we do?" I asked of no one in particular.

"I, for one shall be changing my undershorts, and then we can figure out what the fuck to do next", George offered, backing away slowly. "That whole 'Oh how pretty!' turning into running and screaming, and now this", he said, pointing at it, "quite literally made me piss myself."

His hand was steady as he wagged a finger at it as he left the room. Mine were still shaking.

"No one can know about this, or we're all fucked! No. One." he said, poitning at each of us as he left the room. Amy and I continued to stare at it, calming in its presence.

"Its... its sooo beautiful! Can I touch it?", she asked.

"Were you not just here? Did you not just see that's how this all started?", I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, I get that...", she replied softly, her head tilting off to one side.

We just stood there, waiting for George.

Then it whimpered, and began to wag its tail, having met the limit of its patience...