“Somebody’s Watching Me”
I didn’t mean to. It’s just that it’d been a really bad day.
My brother told me if I licked the outside railing, it would taste like a snow cone because of all the snow we got last night, so I did, but the only thing I got was a stuck tongue and the taste of blood in my mouth as I ripped myself loose. Why doesn’t mom ever yell at HIM?
Then when I went to get a drink at school that creepy snowman was smiling at me, just like our neighbor Mr. Jenkins, who wanted to show me his toy soldier collection this morning, but when I went into his house he was wearing a bathrobe and he touched the parts that mom says only the doctor can touch. He says I can’t tell anyone.
Dad says they’ll clean the puke up.
But the snowman will always know.
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Word limit this week for the Flash Friday! Fiction contest was 150 words. Let me know what you think!
Another good one. And in only a very few words. I love it when every word counts.
Thanks, mom! I’m so glad you take the time to read and comment on these each week.