The Plan

They killed the Cleaning Fairy, and then The Gnomes rained down destruction. What will they do next?


The Rise of the Gnomes, Part Three: The Plan

Mother sat at her sewing machine, long hours at a time, frantically trying to complete her project. One of the gnomes peered around the corner. It took a step, then another, quietly trotting up to her. She pretended not to see it as it jumped up on her desk and yanked her thread, undoing her work.

It was close enough that she could’ve touched it, if it wasn’t so fast. By the time she got her hand near, it disappeared. No, she couldn’t rely on speed. She had to rely on cunning. The Gnomes were tricky, but she was trickier.

Something crashed in the other room. Mother jumped, but didn’t get up. She patiently re-sewed the stitches that the gnome pulled out.

They were getting bolder. No more hiding behind furniture and coming out at night, the gnomes were blatantly pulling things out of drawers and dropping them from shelves, leaving shattered dishes and dirty fingerprints in their wake.

Almost done.

Mother sewed a little tuck here, a little pocket there, until she was finished. By the time Father returned, she was ready to implement her plan.

Late in the evening, the gnomes lay about, dozing from the exhaustion of putting in a hard day of destruction. Quietly, so as not to disturb them, Mother set her creations about the house, in places where the gnomes liked to play, and put her most expensive, most delicate treasures inside.

By morning, she’d have them trapped.


About Avily Jerome

Avily Jerome is a writer and the editor of Havok Magazine. Her short stories have been published in various magazines, both print and digital. She has judged several writing contests and is a writing conference teacher and presenter. She writes speculative fiction, her ideas ranging from almost-real-world action/adventures to epic fantasies to supernatural thrillers.

10 comments on “The Plan

  1. I hope there’s duct tape sewn into those traps. That’ll get ’em.

    Maybe I have gnomes. Where did my titanium scissors go? And a monitor I had plugged into the kitchen wall socket? And who moved several action figures (collected by me) and a stuffed fairy dragon (a gift) to different shelves overnight? Yeah, if it’s not the roaches, and if I’m not sleepwalking, and if it’s not a human who visits here doing these things when I’m not looking, it must be gnomes. 🙂

  2. I think we all have gnomes. Some of us acknowledge them, some scheme more deviously than they can to trap the nightly little buzzards!
    And of course my cat Miss Simbers? Her and I are a wicked tag team. There’s nothing we can’t accomplish. Just ask John. He’s seen us at work.
    Hahaha yisraela💝

  3. Oh, fun…. Can hardly wait to see what happens next…

  4. How fun! My novel stars Gnomes as well…I don’t often see them in other stories 🙂

    • Fun! There’s not enough good gnome literature, in my opinion. 🙂
      This idea just sort of grew out of a running joke in my family, but I have some fun ideas for how it will progress.

  5. […] First, they murdered the Cleaning Fairy. Then, The Gnomes started running wild. So Mother came up with The Plan. […]

  6. […] we met Mother, the Cleaning Fairy had been murdered. The Gnomes had risen to power. Mother devised the Plan to take care of them, and the Gnomes commenced the […]

  7. […] they murdered The Cleaning Fairy, The Gnomes started running amok. Mother instituted The Plan to take care of them. So the gnomes began The Retaliation. This started The […]

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