Leon struggled to prise the door apart. His partner tapped her foot.
“Hurry up, we’ve got things to do.”
Leon put his shoulder to the metal and pressed all his strength into one final push. A blast of stale air escaped into the city.
His partner breezed past and nodded her head several times.
“Eloise, this place is a dump.”
“Leon, you have zero vision. Luckily, I’m the one in this marriage with the brains and creativity. For a quarter of a million this is a steal.”
Leon coughed and not from the dust.
“Whatever possessed you, woman?”
Eloise ignored her husband’s complaints. She pointed to an idle broom.
“There’s cleaning to be done.”
Her husband yanked the brush from the wall. He uncovered a small compartment etched into the floorboards beneath a pile of static leaves.
“Hey, look at this.”
His wife pushed him aside. She inserted her finger into a tiny hole and lifted. She withdrew several small cylindrical discs.
“Oh my God, these things are ancient. I haven’t seen one of these since I was a little girl.”
“What are they?”
“Baby robots of course. God you must have had blank dreams as a child. Put them on the table. I’ll see if I can get them to work.”
Eloise removed a pocket torch and shone faint light upon the curious beasts. Underneath each shell lay a multitude of mechanical legs.
“They don’t do much do they?”
“Shut up Leon. I wonder what happens if I press this indentation.”
She flinched when the strange disc danced into life. With silicon speed the machine scuttled into the hand of its new owner. Eloise patted the creature’s back and gazed into the eye of a corroded spider.
“Leon my love, don’t ever question my judgement again. Have you any idea how much these antiques are worth?”
Her husband shrugged. He’d clean, Eloise could scheme.
Bio : Gary Hewitt is a raconteur who lives in a quaint little village in Kent. He has written two novels which he will edit one day. His writing does tend to veer away from what you might expect. He has had over 70 short stories and poems published and has performed to several live audiences.
He enjoys both writing prose and poetry. His style of writing tends to feature edgy characters and is often extremely dark. Some of his influences are James Herbert, Stephen King, Bulgakov, Tolkein to name but a few
He is also a proud member of the Hazlitt Arts Centre Writers group in Maidstone which features an eclectic group of very talented writers.
He has a website featuring his published works here: http://kingsraconteurswork.blogspot.co.uk/