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Betty saw a monster (Friday Fictioneers)

November 20, 2015


Betty tilted her head.


There was the sound again. “Momma?” she called but her mother kept walking. “Momma wait.” Betty stepped onto the grate. Kneeling down, she pushed her face close to the cold metal. “Hello?”


“Are you a monster?”

“No. Don’t tell anyone you saw me.”



“I have to go now.” As Betty ran to her mother, a news story played on the television in the shop window.

“Fugitive still on the loose.”

Betty couldn’t read. She clasped her mother’s hand tightly. “I saw a monster.”

“Yes dear.” Her mother urged her toward home.


Word count: 99

This is a Friday Fictioneers Prompt


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  1. Well, that would make a great hiding spot, and I’m not surprised it would be a child who would see it or him! Great story.

  2. Gee, and I thought it was a cute story – and lucky for everyone.

  3. micklively permalink

    Tosher or fugitive, I wonder?
    Good piece.

  4. Who was he?

  5. A good story – plenty to read between the lines. Monster indeed, I suspect.

  6. Love the, “Yes, dear”. Such a true voice.

  7. A fugitive looking like a monster..scary story. Nicely done.

  8. Dear Solo,

    Apparently she did see a monster. Well done and believable piece.



  9. A not so gentle reminder that there are real monsters in the world.

  10. Great take on the prompt. Someone hiding under the grate and the little girl character was great too. 🙂

  11. Wonderfully written story. Adults never believe children…

  12. Nice job! Loved it! Sometimes we never listen as closely as we should!

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