OLWG #51- Here, There Be Monsters

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The story below was written only for practice, because practice is what makes perfect.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

“You told them you didn’t want to come to bed, right?” he asked her.

“Of course I did, Seymour. I always tell them that. That’s why they come up and we peek in the closet every night. They do that to assure me.” She slipped out of the bed and made her way to the desk where she opened the top right hand drawer and pulled out her pack of playing cards; the blue ones with the angels riding bicycles towards her. One right side up: the other upside down – unless you turned them over of course. Then it was the other right side up and one upside down.

She went back and sat in the bed. Seymour pulled the covers up to her waist and tucked her in. He took a seat closer to the foot of the bed and crossed his legs, Indian style.

“I hadn’t thought about it till now,” Seymour noted, “you do look in the closet with your parents every night. You told them there was a monster that lived in the closet, didn’t you?”

“Duh, I didn’t want to tell them that you lived under the bed. They might see you. Its better this way, you’d probably just scare them.” She shuffled the cards three times and put the pack face down on the duvet.

“Did you tell them I was all scaly and had bad breath?”

“No, I told them you were big and hairy. I said you had long sharp teeth and claws.” They both got a chuckle out of that. “Come on, cut ‘em!”

Seymour cut the cards, “Cut thin, always win.” he said. “What are we playing tonight?”

“Let’s start with a little five card draw,” she answered, “maybe tonight will be your lucky night. Did you bring the cookies? You were supposed to bring the cookies tonight.”

“Oh yeah,” he said and hopped to the floor. He dropped to his stomach and disappeared under the bed, quick as a wink. He slithered back out with a plate of green things that oozed like open sores and another plate of chocolate chip. “I brought your favourite,” he offered her the plate of toll house cookies and climbed back on the bed. “Try not to get any chocolate on the cards tonight. I’m pretty sure that’s how you managed to beat me on Tuesday.”

She started dealing, “Are you accusing me of cheating? Them’s fighting words.”

“I’m not accusing you – I know you cheat!” He looked at his cards. He had a seven, a three, a pair of Jacks and an Ace. “I’ll take two.” He said and discarded the Jacks; she gave him two new cards off the top of the deck.

This week’s prompts are:

  1. You are not what I expected
  2. some myths are prophecy
  3. Tell them what?

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