“Did you hear that?”
“Go back to sleep,” whispered Travis to his brother. “It’s just raccoons out hunting.”
“But I can feel ‘em moving about.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Ray-Ray. Roll over. Go to sleep. Hay bailing tomorrow’s gonna come early.”
“I’m serious, Travis. I can feel them walking around.
“You can’t feel raccoons walk.”
“Spiders, Travis. Spiders… All over me!” Ray-Ray was quickly crawling out of the bunk and untangling himself from his sleeping bag.
“Hand me the flashlight. I’ve got to go to the bathroom anyway.”
“No way I’m going out there! They’ll get me!”
“What is wrong with you? Why are you covering your ears with your sleeping bag?”
“The noise! It’s so loud!”
A small baggie fell out of Ray-Ray’s sleeping bag.
Travis picked it up and redirected the small beam of light. “Ray-Ray, you didn’t get these mushrooms from Mom.”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Requirements: Given the accompanying picture prompt, create a flash fiction story of 100-150 words.