Tuesday, 16 October 2018


The Bat
“Sir, is this house haunted?” the little boy asked.
The mischievous woodcutter thought that there was something funny about the little boy. “Why do you ask?”
“My friends keep threatening that one day they will lock me in here and the ghost will turn me into a little bat.”
“But it would be a great fun, being a bat, hanging upside down.” And the woodcutter pretended being a bat, hanging upside down, making a fearful face.
But next moment he was shrieking in terror.
The little boy was hanging besides him, upside down like a bat.
And he was not pretending.
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Word count 102
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt.

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6 comments:

  1. Anonymous16 October 2018 at 12:53

    Now that was a shock for the woodcutter! I like the way you weaved this story, Jilly, Sugar on the Bee.

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  2. Iain Kelly16 October 2018 at 13:32

    It appears the little boy has already met the ghost!

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  3. Neil MacDonald16 October 2018 at 13:59

    Maybe the boy was not all he seemed

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  4. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields16 October 2018 at 23:32

    Dear Arora,

    Strange little boy indeed. Fun stuff.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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