The Cookie

The Noose family was checking in. All went smoothly until five year old Solomon asked: "Where is my cookie?" "Sol!" Frieda, his mother reprimanded him. Fin, his father fought hard not to smile. They had recently stayed in a lot of DoubleTree by Hilton properties and of course they had always received cookies at check in. Fin loved the cookies in fact. They were gooey, contained a generous amount of chocolate chips and were warm. Thinking about them made Fin's mouth water. His thoughts were interrupted by eight year old Casey, who said: "Dummy, it's not a Doubletree." Sol got flustered. He didn't like being called a dummy by his sister. Before a fight could break out the receptionist said with a smile: "I will see if I can find a cookie for you.” She left for a few moments and returned with one for Casey and one for Solomon. The siblings thanked the lady. “You are welcome. I hope you will enjoy your stay.” She handed a key card to Fin, explaining, where the family could find their suite. Taking a bite from his cookie, when they were out of earshot Sol complained: “It’s not warm and there are too few choc chips.” “Well, darling, they use a different recipe and the lady went above and beyond for you, because they normally don’t give you cookies.” Frieda explained patiently. “Wouldn’t it be nice every hotel would offer free cookies?” Sol asked. “Yes, it would be definitely nice.” “And all should taste like the ones at the DoubleTree.” Casey continued Sol’s dream. “Yeah!” Sol agreed wholeheartedly. He had already forgotten he was angry with his sister and couldn’t wait to see their room.

©2015

Monster under the bed

This is very short, but cute. Have fun. :)

"Daddy, Daddy!" Sol Noose screamed. His father Fin woke up immediately. Sleep drunk he went to Sol's bedroom. Fin switched on the light. His son was sitting up in bed. His blue grey eyes were huge. "Are you alright, Sol?" Fin rubbed his eyes. He was bone tired. "Daddy!" Before Fin knew his miniature copy was out of bed and hugged tightly to his legs. Sol was four. His light ash blond hair stood in every direction. Fin picked up Sol. He thought his son was getting heavy. "So, little man, what's going on?" "There's a monster under the bed!" "Oh, I see." Fin thought for a moment how to deal with the situation. "Okay, let's get this over with. Can you get me your baseball bat?" Sol nodded. It was made with lilac plastic and not especially sturdy. When Sol returned with the bat, Fin stretched his hand out to take it. He lifted the bed cover carefully and looked. "Hm, seems to be gone for the moment, but I have a very good spell to make sure it's not going to bother you anymore." Fin promised. "Really?" "Really." Fin replied re-assuring. He had problems staying serious. "Okay...." Fin thought for a moment before he had come up with a rhyme. "Bad, bad monster go away! Go back to where you came from. It's much nicer over there. Swoosh! And it's gone - never to return!" It calmed Sol, who looked at his father in awe and believed him. Fin read a story to Sol and soon the little boy was asleep. His monster never haunted him again. He later remembered the incident fondly and used the same "spell", when his own children had nightmares.

©2014