No Good Golem

“Bite”

“Don’t worry, she won’t bite.” Lied Gilliam.

Both Solveig and Susanna blinked, eyed each other and then young Gilliam. The teenage girls edged a step closer, stopped and eyed the endless darkness behind him.

Gil stood at the lip of a hole in the ground, a hand dug cave surrounded by hay. In the endless deep, glowing red eyes flashed in the dark. Sinister in the silence around them, broken only by the distant rhythmic crashing of the waves.

Someone gave a bellow of a whistle, an impressive two finger blast. Both girls jumped, nearly falling on top of each other, collected themselves and walked away, Susanna rolling her eyes. They didn’t even decline, they just left. A moment later, two chest high boulders of rock rolled after the girls, indifferent of weight. They grumbled as they pressed on the beachy sand.

“Oh come on! Solvie and Susan, you’re going to miss out!”

But they were gone. Out of sight and out of mind. Like Gilliam was little more than a splinter.

He sighed, shoulders dropping.

His event had failed. If he didn’t figure it out, he’d be humiliated. People looking at him funny, like he was a lazy fool.

His mother would smile and, naturally, be supportive. Which would make it so much worse. And the idea was so damn good. So amazing! But why were the girls so uninterested. Why had they looked at him funny? He stared at the hole in the ground, his little cave. He rubbed his ears and rolled the collected wax between his fingers and rubbed it against his pants.

“Come out.” Gil called.

Out of the darkness came his Golem, it was the size of a house, built of circular lime, like someone had nailed multiple boulders together, the head had spikes coming out the top, like a crown. Earth tumbled and fell onto it and was absorbed, some dripping off its stone feet.

“Oyyo, what ye doin?” Came a familiar voice.

“It’s my spirit house.”

He turned and found his big brother Glen who was a tower with long blonde hair that did whatever it wanted to do and who was Glen to stop it? In reality Glen, in his twenties, just wanted to be patted in the head by their mother.

“Show it te me. I should have seen it first anyway. Boyyo. Family first, correct?”

Gilliam opened his mouth to complain, to defend himself as it was meant to be a surprise. But no. Glendon would never be swayed by any subversions to family.

“Family first.” Gil sighed with a small smile.

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