The fifty word story challenge.
Thanks for the inspiration, Regina.
It Came From Under the Bed
His breath held painfully as fretful fingers climbed the bedstand lamp for the switch. Below, old homework papers crunched slowly. Ominously.
“Skipper…?” The dog’s name was little more than a slow exhale.
“Please be Skipper.”
He gagged on the warm, unlikely relief of dog fart.