Myth

“But it was only a myth, a story the old people told. Now sleep.” The children closed eyes. He smiled and licked his red teeth.

Door

But where was the door? The door in the floor? It’d been there before, before he went out to score. He stared at the floor. No door.

Children 1 and 2 skipped in the school yard. Miles away, Child 3 pressed the red button. One and Two disappeared from his screen.

Gav dripped sugar water across the floor, into the server vent. The first ant touched the pool by the window. Last day, goodbye.

Steve the sheep couldn’t sleep. He’d tried counting people. Nothing.
One.
One.
Nothing.
One.
Still wide awake.
Steve the sheep.

The stunning linguist left me a 1-word message “phoneme”. But which single sound did she want me to practise? Ah. Oh. Two words.

Hot August day, over fence, into lido. Tops off. Dried dead grass itches legs and back. Jump in, race, chip tooth. Home slowly.

The cave smelled of fish and seaweed. The back wall was dry. The tide did not reach that far. The blanket and knife lay on a flat stone.

-Hello, are you still there?
-Yeees. Bear with me.
…
-What are we waiting for?
-Bear with me. Bear. With. Me.
-Really, I can’t wait.
[Growl]

My dogs are barking! Bill pulled off his slip-on and rubbed his foot. His sock had a hole. The bus drove past. There’d be another.