“Mommy, wake up!”
Heather fluttered her eyes against the darkness of the room, then squeezed them tightly shut and groaned. It was much too early. “Go back to sleep, darling.”
“Mommy!”
Small hands pressed firmly against the exposed flesh of her cheek. She tried to ignore it, but they were insistent. Heather refused to open her eyes. She nestled deeper into her blankets, shying away from her child’s touch. “Katy,” her words were spoken from that half-sleep realm when the mind can function but the body doesn’t want to play nice, “it’s too early to be up, sweetheart. Go back to bed.”
“The man in the radio said I should come and get you.”
Yawning, “Tell him it’s too early too, then shut off the radio and get a little more sleep for Momma. Can you do that?”
Heather felt Katy’s hands leave her face, and heard the tiny footsteps receding away. Sleep rushed back to claim her, “Silly little girl and her vivid …” She was out before she could finish her thought.
Katy sheepishly approached the radio in the living room. It had been her grandparents and was considered an antique. She didn’t understand that word, she just knew her parents used it whenever she asked if she could play with it. “Mommy says its too early and I should shut you off and go back to bed.”
“Oh, don’t do that. If you go back to bed, who shall I play with?”
A tiny door slid open and the miniature man stepped forward to wink at Katy. She smiled and held her hand out to him. He gracefully stepped onto her waiting palm, “Now let’s go see what kind of breakfast we can throw together in the kitchen. How does that sound?”
Katy beamed and nodded in agreement. Holding her new friend carefully she tip-toed into the kitchen. She had visions of pancakes drenched in syrup dancing in her head and could barely contain her excitement.
“We just need to be quiet so we don’t wake your mother. Set me down on the counter, and then open the fridge so I can see what we have to work with.”
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Word Count: 362
Where would I be without the silly wonderful Inspiration Monday writing prompts:
The Rules
There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.
OR
No really; I need rules!
Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.
The Prompts:
THE MAN IN THE RADIO
RUN FROM THE WORDS
SILENT PAGES
ADAM BOMB
HIGH IN FIBER
The Matticus Kingdom 
It’s cute with the potential to be scary. I hope you meant it to be the former…^^’
I’m not really sure… I was planning on cute, cute, cute, and then bam! sinister twist… but the words never brought the sinister twist. So, perhaps we are leaving it up to you, the reader, to decide if there really is a tiny man in the radio, or if it just Katy’s imagination running vividly wild…
I don’t know, I think the sinister twist was in the words “but who’ll play with me”. Either way, good job^^
That was the pivotal line… Where I was planning on taking it someplace dark. The words “next to the knife block” very nearly followed “set me down on the counter.”
Well, as I said, well done. I was nearly yelling at the screen “wake up!” by the end.
I hope your kingdom doesn’t support homicidal men in radios.
No… we do support rogue ninja zombie killers though…
Phew. Was worried for a minute there.
What an adorable twist! The little man doesn’t seem evil, though you could easily make it so. I’m intrigued on what would happen next. 😀
I’m guessing a giant mess in the kitchen… that somebody (mom) will have to clean up. 😉
Hope aliens aren’t allergic to syrup…
That’s a good point… or flour…. or sugar… this could end up even messier than previously anticipated.
I need a man in the radio to cook me breakfast, but not so early in the am…
One day we will have full service kitchens that can do all our cooking for us whenever we want them too. How does that sound? Can you be patient for that?
now there a dream to dream, i can be patient. i said to Hubby last week, i wish meals were capsules like on the Jetson’s! ha
That would certainly make the whole process quicker!
sure would! are you going to invent it?
I’ll create it in my words… then we just need someone else to bring my words to life…
Yes, lets find someone! ha
How do you do this? Wow.
Sometimes the words just come to me. Sometimes I have an idea of what I want to say. Sometimes I just plain ol’ get lucky.
I couldn’t decide if this was cute or creepy! I don’t think I like the man in the radio …
Love how you did this one, DJ, it was very well done!
Thank you. Yeah, I’m still not sure if I was going for cute or creepy. I certainly didn’t think the man in the radio was going to be a good buy at first. But, breakfast… breakfast is always a good thing, right?
Love! Well done!
Thanks! 🙂
Creepy for a second, then adorable. I want a little man in my radio who will make me breakfast!
Almost word for word what the Queen said when she read it. 😀
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Wow! I know that could be a horror story, or something depressing, but I don’t want it to be. So in my imagination, it isn’t.
I don’t think it was written with any malice. I had to read it again because I didn’t remember it.