An Experiment in Horror

Weird tales of a certain sort rely on subtle feelings of wrongness and such. I wasn't convinced that's actually scary, but I know better than to allow my beliefs to go untested. That's why I made sure the Flash Sunday post would be up on Sunday. It certainly was an eerie and offputting circumstance, and I felt the full impact of non-Euclidean post timing as if from some alien world known perhaps to our ancestors but distorted by myth, for no human intellect could fathom it. I suppose it's impossible for me to tell if I've gone insane, but I'm definitely not terrified. The experience has merely confirmed me in my resolve to post at a different time next week, the equivalent of nudging a picture so that it looks straight though in fact it already was.

Scheduling

"Your town does have a fine plaza, I confess. I do wonder one thing about it."
"What's that?"
"It seems sellers from one guild only are doing business here. I'm sure that helps keep the space open and orderly, but how do they decide which guild is permitted to make use of it? Is there a schedule of some sort?"
"I must declare you have chosen a good time to ask. Take a look over there." Welvin nodded toward the far side so as to guide his companion's gaze as the ground shook beneath them. A giant entered the plaza from the right, a clattering giant of clay and vim. From the left floated a great sheet draped over a person who was not there.
"Oyez, oyez! Ladies and gentlemen of the Dyers Guild, please pack up your stalls! Everyone else, keep your distance! The battle between Pottery Golem and Textile Ghost begins . . . NOW!" The crier threw a flag down in the middle of the plaza and ran. Pottery Golem swiveled on its expertly crafted hips and swung its massive fists while Textile Ghost floated around the blows and bumped into its opponent, each action winning cheers from the watching members of the Potters Guild and Textiles Guild respectively.
"That ought to clear it all up, I think."
"Very much so."
Finis