“A monster?,” I asked a note of incredulity in my voice.
She nodded, somberly.
“Down in the creek?”
I pulled on my coat and winter boots. Outside, she slipped her mittened hand into mine; we walked towards the back of our property .
She pointed at the frozen water. “I don’t quite see . . .” I stopped and bent down til I was her height.
Sure enough, there were the monster’s eyes and sharp, stone-like teeth. “Looks fearsome,” I said. She smiled; a gap-toothed grin similar to monster’s.
I just needed to see the world like a four-year-old child.
feature image: © Jennifer Pendergast
skating along for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers, (August 6, 2021)