Tuesday
She used to pull the covers over her head when shadows morphed into monsters.
One day she walked into her room, tears clinging to her cheeks, and the monster growled.
She growled louder.
Now she dangles her arm out the side of her bed, and they hold hands.
The End.
From Robert McBrearty
January 15, 2019 at 3:00 pm
I enjoyed this. I like the transitions, how much of the change in the dynamic you get across in so few words. Lovely.