Made bed

Flash Fiction #2

“It’s not my imagination!” I slammed my foot down into the soft carpet causing a dull thud.

“Sure sure,” my parents said, as they tried to suppress their giggling laughter.

Their attempts to hide their small smiles behind morning papers and coffee mugs did little to that effect. Instead only making my face grow more red as they ignored my claims.

Seeing the shade on my face my mother attempted to wiped the grin off her’s and tried to paint a picture of concern on it instead. “Don’t you think you’re a little old for monsters under the bed dear?”

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