Toy Soldiers: And Long-Legged Beasties (G)
Summary: Billy was an imaginative child.
Notes: Written for my private Not Exactly NaNo challenge (a snippet a day for all of November), and for prompt 82, "If."
AND LONG-LEGGED BEASTIES
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The wind had finally quieted down. Mom and Dad were probably in bed: they weren't making any noise, anyway. Billy squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath, listening. It was Halloween. You never knew what you might hear, late at night.
Shoosh, shoosh, shoosh.
There. Not exactly footsteps, but someone walking past outside.
Billy opened his eyes and tried to look out his window without actually moving his head. He was pretty sure that whoever was walking around was on their lawn, because there was a lot more leaves on the lawn than on the sidewalk. A burglar, maybe. Or a ghost. It was Halloween, after all, and really late at night.
The sounds slowed and stopped. Billy bit his tongue and tried to keep holding his breath. He was gonna burst soon.
A crack against the wall, and the footsteps picked up, running off.
Billy let his breath out in a whoosh, and made a face up at his ceiling. Just someone egging their house. Mom was gonna be pissed in the morning.
He sighed, and closed his eyes again. Hadn't even been interesting about it, except for the part where he'd thought for a minute that it could be a ghost. Egging someone's house, or TPing their front yard, was just stupid. You had to do something more, that was the trick.
Someday he would. And on that hazy thought, he drifted off to sleep.
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Notes: Written for my private Not Exactly NaNo challenge (a snippet a day for all of November), and for prompt 82, "If."
AND LONG-LEGGED BEASTIES
*
The wind had finally quieted down. Mom and Dad were probably in bed: they weren't making any noise, anyway. Billy squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath, listening. It was Halloween. You never knew what you might hear, late at night.
Shoosh, shoosh, shoosh.
There. Not exactly footsteps, but someone walking past outside.
Billy opened his eyes and tried to look out his window without actually moving his head. He was pretty sure that whoever was walking around was on their lawn, because there was a lot more leaves on the lawn than on the sidewalk. A burglar, maybe. Or a ghost. It was Halloween, after all, and really late at night.
The sounds slowed and stopped. Billy bit his tongue and tried to keep holding his breath. He was gonna burst soon.
A crack against the wall, and the footsteps picked up, running off.
Billy let his breath out in a whoosh, and made a face up at his ceiling. Just someone egging their house. Mom was gonna be pissed in the morning.
He sighed, and closed his eyes again. Hadn't even been interesting about it, except for the part where he'd thought for a minute that it could be a ghost. Egging someone's house, or TPing their front yard, was just stupid. You had to do something more, that was the trick.
Someday he would. And on that hazy thought, he drifted off to sleep.
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