With the lack of a prompt by Quill Shiv this week, I’ve decided to post a random drabble I’ve written. To be clear, this is a work of fiction, I would never do this to my child. Keep that in mind if you choose to comment.
“It’s called a Woozle. It’s supposed to be the next big thing.”
“That’s a dumb name.”
“Watch the language, kiddo. That wasn’t very nice.”
She twisted the soft, furry toy in her hands.
“What’s it do?”
“It eats children who don’t listen to their parents.”
“Does not!” Her wide eyes stared at me, searching for signs of deception. The Woozle tumbled to the carpet. “I don’t want it.”
“Pick that up, please.”
“N-” She stopped herself. Her lips contorted as only those of a six year old deep in thought can. She knelt and scooped up the toy. “Okay, daddy.”