No monsters. No demons. No evil.

Sometimes even I need to just write a tiny, funny story. I call it:

Don’t Move

Well see, here was the problem. I didn’t want to tell her. I didn’t know how she’d take it. She was going to freak out.

She needed to know though. I would want to know if I was in her shoes.

“Don’t move,” I said.

So, of course, she moved a step across the kitchen floor. I followed her, sliding to her side, and continued to track with my eyes. Continue reading →