The Little Boys Monster

 

    The Little boys monster

 Most people think i am lonely and isolated. They think I have no friends, little do they know of my best 

friend. The monster. The monster is the only living thing I feel safe around, that may sound strange, feeling

 safe around something that provokes terror to others. But monster, that is his name, would never hurt me. 

Often, when times are hard, I find myself wrapped in his arms, with my face sunken into his furry chest, 

and his arms squeezing me close. 

However, in the winters, monster disappear. I don't know where he goes, for he isn't the talkative type. 

In those months, I miss him dearly, but every night I watch the stars from my bedroom window, and 

know that Monster is looking at them too. It's our way of communicating. 

After the winter, monster comes back. With no words exchanged or any form of greetings spoken, we

 return back to our ways as if we had been together all winter. 

This way of living lasted years, up to when i was six, we lived in this calm way. 

But on the winter of my seventh birthday, on the day on which the monster was to return, my parents

 sprung upon me the news of our moving. We were moving to Australia, for my father had found work

 there, and the family was to leave as soon as possible. Devastated at the news, I sprinted into our small

backyard and climbed into my tree house which loomed above the neighbors fence in a great oak tree. 

Sitting cross legged, and shivering in my woolen coat, I watched the form of monster appear beside me. 

Inching myself towards monster, we snuggle for body warmth. We continue in this way for hours, before 

monster stands to his feet and waves at me. I ask him where he is going, for he never left me when I 

was sad, save winter time. But the monster just blew me a kiss, before vanishing, leaving nothing but a

small pile of black shaggy hair that belonged to himself. 

Twenty years later, I still keep a tin box filled with monster’s hair by my bed. It's calming. Knowing that

even though he left me, he is still beside me. 

 

Writen By Mudga,  

 

Image credit: Little Oil/ Jhao-Yu Shih