"When the Blob was destroyed six months ago right outside my home," said Stefan McKing, the noted monster hunter, "a little piece of it escaped, never yet to be found."
"Oh, no!" I said. "I thought that horrible creature was destroyed once and for all."
"I've searched, Lord knows I've searched," McKing told me. "I've combed through the entire house and grounds countless times!"
"And nothing?" I muttered.
"Nothing at all!"
"You know, McKing," I said, "if I were you, I'd burn down the place. I'd knock over that candle on the hall table and let it all go up in flames!"
"No, I'd never get rid of that candle," said McKing. "I love the cool design the melted wax makes."
I don't know how many sequels to The Blob this makes, but I'm happy to present my own personal sequel as this week's contribution to the Friday Fictioneers based on the picture prompt above, especially in this time of endless reboots of science fiction, horror, and monster movies.
I understand that a Star Wars sequel is soon in the offing as well, and that the three stars of the original cast will all appear. This should be really cool, although I'll miss having Mark Hamill mowing my lawn for the couple of weeks he'll be gone. In any event, don't you miss the contributions of the other Fictioneers to this week's prompt, which are not a long time ago in a galaxy far far away, but clickable right here.
Beware, the Baby Blob! But first, take a whiff of this lovely scented candle ....