In the eternal place-between-places where evil spirits live, Maqamymnon had high hopes for the meeting.
He entered the office and sat. On the desk, the little sign read “Mr. Pallioptryx, Spirit Recruiter.” The oily ball of multicolored light bobbed in greeting. “Welcome Brother.”
“Thanks for seeing me.”
“How can I help you?”
“I miss Egypt. Perhaps a nice mummy assignment?”
Pallioptryx tapped at his computer. “Let’s see. Evil car position?”
Maqamymnon groaned. “Please. My Christine days are over.”
“Ah! I see there’s a mummy slot available in Cairo.”
Maqamymnon practically leaped out of the chair. “Egypt? I’ll take it!”
“Excellent. Your goals?”
“Oh, find a beautiful human reporter. Tell her she’s the reincarnation of some Egyptian princess, then marry her against her will.”
“And of course, destroy the human world.”
“Excellent! I’ll process you now.”
Moments later he arrived on Earth in the object, excited to take over the world. He could only do that in human flesh. That was crucial. Wood or metal forms had little real power.
Young Brandon loved the wooden Egyptian mummy toy his father bought, even if it was made in China. Still, he was surprised they found it in…Cairo, Illinois.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/03/18/sunday-photo-fiction-march-18th-2018/
And yes, there really is a Cairo, Illinois: