"And then what happens?" inquired my three-year-old with wide eyes and a mouth wide open.
I quickly put a spoonful of rice in his mouth while thinking of what would happen next if a bear would come.
Just then, we heard a loud thud. An eerie silence followed that as even the crickets had gone silent. Only the bonfire was crackling and popping.
I held my son in my firm grip while the other hand had the Pepper spray; I let my instincts work as soon as something came near me. "Aaaaah!"
The yell sounded familiar, "'Twas, my husband."
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a spooky tale told around a campfire.
4 comments:
Oh, no! A mother's instincts to protect her young backfired for this husband!
The thought of the bear must have been terrifying for her, but be sure of your target and beyond...
Hubby's lucky Mom didn't have an itchy trigger finger!
Not a drop bear, by any chance ;-)
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