“I know it’s you, Humphrey,” Ronnie said, poking the boggart’s disguise. “You can’t fool me.”
The boggart remained silent.
“What are you this time, an astrolabe or something?”
“Or something,” the boggart said. His shape melted into the usual.
Ronnie looked into his eyes. “I missed you. No one to play tricks on me.”
“No trick, kid. I’m rolling out.”
Ronnie’s eyes misted. “But why?”
“I’ve taught you what I needed to. To laugh at yourself.”
“Is that important?”
“Only if you want to live, not just survive. Here’s looking at you, kid,” Humphrey Boggart said.
Spinning, he was gone.
Having fun with a pun (sorry Bogey) is what started me on this story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. I haven’t done this in a while and had forgotten how much fun it can be. The challenge is to write a complete story revolving on the photo prompt and to not exceed 100 words. This week’s FF photo prompt image, © Jennifer Pendergast. Be sure and check out other stories by clicking here: