“If you don’t behave yourself, the bogeyman will come and get you.”
Toby sat up in his bed hugging his knees, his back pressed to the headboard. The only comfort was his old bear, pressed against his belly, out of sight behind his legs’ defensive drawbridge. “Bogeyman? No.”
“He’s outside, lurking in the shadows, hungry for you. Move over now. Let your uncle in for a hug.”
Uncle Rob’s ragged breath stinks of old rugs and tobacco. He tugs at the drawbridge with pudgy hot hands. “Shush! Stop blubbering. This is our secret. I’ll call the bogeyman if you tell.”
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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
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