VISITOR IN THE DARK
WOW pillow: Wee!chesters. Two little boys have a kindly visitor.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except an addled mind.
She gazed down at the two figures in the bed.
The elder boy, seven years old, gap-toothed and small for his age, sighed as he shifted sleepily under the grubby, threadbare comforter. Her sparkling eyes scanned his unkempt blond hair and faded spiderman tee-shirt, so thin it was barely held together by its holes. Behind him, the younger one clung tightly to his brother's back like a second skin, softly snuffling around his thumb.
Gently reaching under the pillow, to claim what she had come for, she smiled when she found it; a single tooth.
She couldn't help but leave an extra dollar.