He’d had an imaginary friend for weeks. “Where’s Amy today,” his mum asked. “Gone,” he said, “I killed her.” She hadn’t worried, until now.
Gayle, I love the dark little cloud that scuttles across this one. You created a very vivid scene- I could see the deep frown on the mum’s face when she heard her son’s answer.
I actually giggled at the end line – can I help it that I like dark humor??
Ooh, nicely creepy. Really like the tone in this one.
Killed her??? Agh, his mother must have felt the imaginary arrow (bullet? knifeblade?) in her own heart. “Till now” — those last two words punctuate the story so well!
A great everyday story of a youngster with an imaginary friend but with a really worrying twist. A great read.