Whatever part of the bookstore we were in now had an open ceiling. The sky above us was magnificent, but I was shocked to see the moon. We had slipped quietly into night. We knew without speaking that the Croco would nestle in somewhere and sleep now because it doesn’t like the coolness of the night air even in the summer months. We settled back against a bookshelf with our heads tilted up at the sky. It was quiet for a long time before Glitter began to talk. “Let’s call this a bedtime story shall we? Cord lost everything and…”
By Shari Marshall – April 14, 2018
Prompt for this 100 word post is from 101 Writing Prompts, prompt #47.