With his gloved hands he pulled the mask over his eyes and crept downstairs taking care not to make a sound. He had timed it well. Most of the family had left and the house was still.
He turned the knob and stepped into the kitchen. Damn the creaky hinges of the door. He growled as she turned to face him.
She laughed and brought a cup of milk to the table.
She wasn’t scared. How had she seen through his disguise?
“Aryan hurry up or you’ll be late for school. Now take that mask off and eat your breakfast.”
Like the elephant hiding behind the sapling. Children a re masters of imagination and mental prestidigitation and your story captured that perfectly.
Thanks Doug. I think so too!
the mask that roared…;-) nice piece. Randy
Nice perspective change in the ending
Thank you 🙂
But was it Aryan under the mask?
Who do you think it was?
Somehow right from the first line, I just knew he was going to say ‘Booo’ to mom before being handed his breakfast, but loved how you played it out. You’ve got a nice touch with these stories of everyday life that make sweet memories.
A fun story! Loved it 🙂