Walnut Court is slumbering silently on this inky, starlit night. It's too beautiful for a crime. My small frame darts through the sky. I'll admit that while my physique is not intimidating, my diminutiveness affords me my greatest strength.
Stealth.
I spy the target. I circle to ensure there are no surprises. Last night the Johnson's dog snuck up on me and I nearly lost a wing. I won't make that mistake tonight.
The coast is clear. I dive down to the window's splintering wood frame. Brushing off peeled paint flakes from my latex tights, I peer through the finger printed pane at my victim. His chest is rising and falling peacefully.
Timmy... I know he is guarding the loot.
I push the window open and slip in. Fluttering to his bedside I land next to his pillow. He stirs. I freeze.
Nothing.
Cautiously I tip-toe over and lift the downy corner. Slowly I squeeze under and retrieve the treasure.
I drag it out gently. I think I'm safe, but I turn to find myself enclosed inside a glass jar.
Shock floods my cheeks as I gawk at Timmy's freckled, triumphant face.
I can only stand here, tooth in hand.
About the Creator
Meagan Dion
Hi, my name is Meagan. I am a mom to four kiddos whom I homeschool. I am also a glassblower, creator, and writer. I aspire to finish and publish my memoir, but it's going to take a lot of time and coffee. Coffee is a verb, do you coffee?
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