Sunday, January 19, 2014

Best Friends

Today's prompt words in bold.

Crouched in the crawl space behind the coat closet, I heard the experimental puppet in the kitchen. Tommy said it was lethal

Something crashed on the floor, perhaps the bowl I’d left next to the stove. I closed my eyes, saw broken faces, laughing, mocking. The door opened. I cried out. 


It was Tommy.