The Night Visitors

Every night, when Carl went to bed, he was surrounded by guilt. It came in the form of characters.

“You were awfully sarcastic with your parents,” one reminded him. “You still owe Uncle Harold and Aunt Sylvia a thank you card from your twelfth birthday,” another insisted.

One night Adeline got an idea. “Stop inviting them, y’ole goat,” she said. “They won’t go away easily but eventually they’ll have to.”

“I’ll have to make some new imaginary friends,” he told her. “I’ll try to come up with some who remind me of more interesting things.”

keeps us all hep to the weekly Jive. She wants to start on Wednesday even though it’s for Friday.

has supplied so very graciously this week’s hep photo prompt. This week’s Froggy, upon which you may click should you so choose to join us, may as far as I know turn out to be a regular at the Lido Kosher Deli.

19 thoughts on “The Night Visitors

    1. larry trasciatti says:

      Yes I agree that personified boogey men, in the adult world, don’t work out terribly well, though in storytelling, who knows what may happen..besides which, inordinate guilt never goes away. It only finds different specific details to continue harping upon. Shalom

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  1. granonine says:

    Larry, you’ve nailed it! This is an accurate glimpse inside the mind of a life-long worry wart who cannot even enjoy his sleep because of self-inflicted guilt. I wish it were as easy as just not inviting the dream-busters, but it takes work, time, and determination to banish them to their dark corners.

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