If you don’t look, don’t allow a toe to pass the mattress’s precipice, then it can’t get you. This intuition lives in my bones.
But she dared me.
“Baby,” she sneered.
What to do?
I extend my leg.
Laugh triumphantly.
But whatever is under the bed laughs along with me.
Chelsea Utecht is an American abroad in Tbilisi, Georgia where she teaches literature and writing. A recent participant in the renowned Iowa Writers’ Workshop, her work is forthcoming in Shooter Literary Magazine.
Great Stuff!
You make the rules; the unknown is a reflection of what’s in your heart.
Thank you for your kind comment ❤️
Amazing, love that the monster is a she….
Thanks for reading 😊
So lovely!
Oh, oh.
Scary!!