Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I managed two chapters of editing today. Things I want to learn kept calling to me like a Siren of old. I went to the footboard of our bed and knocked.

A slurping, gurgling sound crawled toward me from beneath the bed. A sickly yellow tentacle slithered out beside my leg.

“New style?” I asked.

“You know how it is. I wanted to try a new look. New look, new you they say.”

“I’m still trying to figure out this horror thing.”

“Unh unh. Remember my consulting fee?”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t come up with all of it. I managed to find some mismatched socks in the laundry.”

“Laundry monster is kind of hot. A couple of these and it might be a good weekend for the old bed monster. What’s on your mind?” The tentacle scooped up the socks and dragged them under the bed.

“Last night, I watched…