Young Ariela did it in a dream. When she awoke, the force still compelled her, and she began drawing. She drew on her bedroom wall, on the kitchen table, everywhere.
Two lines and a crescent.
On the way to school, she drew on fences, cars, the Sheriff’s office, all over the school.
“Graffiti, Ariela?” accused Mrs. Juarez, her teacher. “What is this?”
“It’s protection,” explained Ariela.
“Don’t lie, young lady! It’s smiley faces…everywhere! I’m calling your parents.”
Ariela went home to angry parents, and bed without dinner.
That night, The Malivinador emerged from its thousand-year slumber. The five-meter tall demon smashed the city of Los Gatos with its giant pincers and scorpion’s tail. It stuffed whole families at once into its mantis-like, black maw.
As it approached Ariela’s town, families huddled, waiting for death. But then Ariela’s symbols, still unwashed, began glowing. Golden rays shot forth from them and cut the Malivinador down yet again.
The ancient town of Los Sonrisas (City of Smiles) remembered its forgotten purpose.
And Ariela’s smiley faces were never washed away.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/10/16/fffaw-challenge-week-of-october-17-2017/
It occurs to me that we’re in October. Halloween is coming, and it’s time for scary stuff! Stay tuned.