“No, I won’t,” Howie said, folding his arms defiantly across his chest.
“Honey,” his mother said, “it’s just for tonight. Your aunt made the room ready especially for you.
“I won’t sleep in this room tonight,” Howie said, stomping his right foot on the floor.
His mother followed Howie’s gaze to the plant on top of the bookshelf. She reached up, grabbed the plant, and took it out of the room. When she returned she asked Howie again if he would sleep in the room.
“Thank you, Mommy,” Howie said, “for saving me from the giant spider. I love you.”
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Penny Gadd.