Monster In My Pool
©2022 Peter Mardie, all rights reserved. Protected by Pixsy.
A monster lives in my pool. I don’t know how it got there. It only comes out at night.
I first saw it when I went for a swim one night. There it was, lurking in the corner. I was scared witless. I ran away screaming. I did not call the police. Who would believe me?
One morning, I awoke to find my glasses on the back porch. The glasses I had lost in the swimming pool. Somebody had placed a flower beside my glasses.
Later that same day, I left some biscuits by the poolside. Nobody touched them during the day. In the morning, they were gone.
This all happened some weeks ago.
Now I lie awake at night, listening. Waiting and listening in the dark. I like listening in the dark. It’s wonderfully relaxing, to listen in the dark. Waiting for the monster.
I hear the garden door open, gently. I hear naked, wet feet tiptoe towards the kitchen. I hear the fridge door open. I hear the satisfying sound of munching. Isn’t it wonderful?
At night, I don’t bother locking my front door anymore. You’d have to be crazy to break into my house. I have a monster living in my pool. It's in the kitchen right now.
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(Inspired by ‘Mrs. Caliban’, by Rachel Ingalls, 2017)
For further info:
www.goodreads.com/book/show/34377087-mrs-caliban
Moderate safety level so I don't scare kiddies and grandma's.
The monster in the pool: Kangsom
(Kangsom is not a monster in real life, let me assure you, she is a very nice person. We’re just versatile).
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My web page:
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Come say hello! (my other hideouts)
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Facebook: www.facebook.com/petermardie
Monster In My Pool
©2022 Peter Mardie, all rights reserved. Protected by Pixsy.
A monster lives in my pool. I don’t know how it got there. It only comes out at night.
I first saw it when I went for a swim one night. There it was, lurking in the corner. I was scared witless. I ran away screaming. I did not call the police. Who would believe me?
One morning, I awoke to find my glasses on the back porch. The glasses I had lost in the swimming pool. Somebody had placed a flower beside my glasses.
Later that same day, I left some biscuits by the poolside. Nobody touched them during the day. In the morning, they were gone.
This all happened some weeks ago.
Now I lie awake at night, listening. Waiting and listening in the dark. I like listening in the dark. It’s wonderfully relaxing, to listen in the dark. Waiting for the monster.
I hear the garden door open, gently. I hear naked, wet feet tiptoe towards the kitchen. I hear the fridge door open. I hear the satisfying sound of munching. Isn’t it wonderful?
At night, I don’t bother locking my front door anymore. You’d have to be crazy to break into my house. I have a monster living in my pool. It's in the kitchen right now.
-
(Inspired by ‘Mrs. Caliban’, by Rachel Ingalls, 2017)
For further info:
www.goodreads.com/book/show/34377087-mrs-caliban
Moderate safety level so I don't scare kiddies and grandma's.
The monster in the pool: Kangsom
(Kangsom is not a monster in real life, let me assure you, she is a very nice person. We’re just versatile).
-
My web page:
-
Come say hello! (my other hideouts)
IG: www.instagram.com/petermardie/
Facebook: www.facebook.com/petermardie