I’m going camping…

Camp time

…at Camp NaNoWriMo, that is…in case you hadn’t heard…like, because you’ve been in a cave or something…goodness knows, I’ve mentioned this enough.  I found out  who all  I’ll be sharing a cabin with…several ladies, all around my age, so we shouldn’t be having any late night wild parties…or maybe we will, who knows?  It’s nice to have a built-in support system…not sure who all has participated in past NaNo events, but I did see that there are a couple of published authors in my cabin, so that’s pretty cool!

I’m just ready to get started writing and super-excited about the whole thing…umm…like you didn’t already know that, right?

So, if you don’t hear from me quite as often, you’ll know it’s because I’m sitting around the camp fire, telling spooky stories, roasting marshmallows, and, oh yeah, writing…starting early Friday morning!!  Yes!!

Short short…story

Bedroom

Bedroom (Photo credit: plasticstalker)

It’s dark, middle of the night dark.  No street lights out here in the boondocks, no moon tonight dark. The little girl is startled out of a deep sleep. What is that?  Is somebody in here?  The girl stops breathing in an effort to be quiet enough that whoever is in her bedroom won’t be able to find her. She has her eyes wide open, trying to see who is in the room with her.  Even so, it’s  still too dark to see anything.

She gasps as someone reaches out and grasps her hand.  She struggles to free herself, but can’t get loose.  She whispers, “Daddy, someone has me and I can’t get away.”

Suddenly the light comes on.  Daddy is standing in the doorway, ready to protect his little girl from the intruder.  The girl is almost too afraid to look at whoever is holding her hand, but she finally gets up the nerve to face the monster.

And then she sees…the hand holding her right hand so tightly…is her left hand…