late at night
I look for intruders –
just wind, this time
Tag: intruder
Fiction: Two L’s in the Night
Something nudged Brent; he roused and opened his eyes. A shape hung over him and he quickly turned on the bedside lamp. The shape instantly took on form and color, if not meaning. Brent closed his eyes again and then reopened them. The form persisted.
He elbowed his wife, sleeping in bed next to him.
“Nina.”
‘Hmmmf?”
“Wake up, honey.”
“Why?”
“There’s a llama in the room.”