The latest in minority legislation has given monsters their own holiday off from their regular vocation. How do they spend it?

Imhotep placed another pin on the line and stood back to admire his work.

“Honey, another load is ready.”

Growling, he stomped off for his sarcophagus until one of his toes fell off. Taking an extra piece of papyrus bandages, he wrapped the fallen digit on and marched at a softer pace into his home where his wife awaited.

“Here you go, and you still haven’t brought home supper.”

Imhotep’s arms detached under the mass of washed bandages as he stared down and finally back at Anoxun Amun.

“And just what will you be doing while I slave away like a pyramid worker?”

“Someone has to clean up this dump. I know you’re an accomplished bachelor, but 3,000 years of duct is ridiculous. I won’t have our children raised in such filth.”

“I never should have resurrected…”

“What was that?”
“Could you help me with my arms my little Nile lily?”

“Oh Tepy, sure.”

Anoxun Amun bandaged Imhotep’s arms back on and escorted him out as she headed back to her cleaning. He had barely made it to the laundry lines when he tripped over a loose bit of bandage and fell, dislocating his lower half from his top.

Muttering a savage curse, Imhotep’s struggles suddenly stopped at the shadow that darkened his sight.

“Having a little trouble are we Imhotep?”

“Leave me alone Anubis. I’ve got enough problems without dealing with an old dog like you.”

“Well I do believe you called out to me just now, so here I am.”

“If you want to be of any help, make me whole and human again.”

“You know that’s not my department, but a little stitching couldn’t hurt.”

Imhotep felt his two separated halves being drawn together as a slithering feeling heralded the stitches weaving the two together as one.

“There, that should do it.”

Imhotep pulled himself upright and twisted a bit as he dusted himself off.

“Took you long enough.”

“There’s gratitude for you. You know I can always take you before the Scales again.”

“All right. Thank, You. Now would you leave me alone.”

“What’s your rush?”

“I’ve got laundry to put up, dinner to catch and a nagging wife to return to.”

May 22, 2010


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