The Closet

Zoey eyes the closet behind their mattress shield and minefield of Lego bricks. “Do Legos hurt boogiemen?”

“He’s barefoot,” her brother answers. “It’ll hurt.”

“Okay, but—”

“Then we rush him,” he says.

They reach for kitchen knives as the closet door creaks.

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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