Bedtime For Little Ogres

“Tell me a bedtime story, Mommy. Please?”

The boy’s mother smiled and grabbed a book off a shelf in his bookcase as he climbed under the covers and giggled.

“Let’s see,” his mother said, settling in the rocking chair near his bed. “What shall we read tonight?”

“A fairy tale.”

“Okay, a fairy tale.”

She scanned the table of contents and found a short fairy tale, and started reading.

“Once upon a time, in a magical land, there lived a family of witches. Hazel and Merlin worked as court jesters and their daughter, Elizabeth, was about your age. She loved to run through the lavender fields down to frog’s pond where she would spend all day talking and playing with the frogs and toads that lived down there. The witch family were not wicked witches; in fact, they were quite a nice family, but they were treated as outcasts just the same. Even though they lived in a magical land, and were witches, they just didn’t fit in. Hazel loved to sew beautiful gowns for young ladies who could not afford them, and Merlin was a natural-born teacher who loved inspiring young people to go live their dream. They were odd enough, but that is not why they were outcasts. It was because of Elizabeth. Elizabeth was a lovely little girl, with a heart of gold, but she just didn’t fit in. In a world of warts and wrinkles, gray hair and crooked teeth, her ethereal looks just didn’t fit in. She looked macabre with long blond hair, sparkly white teeth, and rosy cheeks –”

“MOM!”

“What?” She dropped the book she was so startled. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

The boy’s face appeared from under the covers. “I said I wanted a fairy tale…not a horror story.”

She laughed gently and picked up the book. She rocked for a moment then roared with laughter. “Yeah, I think looking like that would be horrific. Imagine your mother with blond hair and white teeth.”

The little boy laughed so hard, snot flung across the room and splattered on the wall of his room.

“Goodnight my ugly little ogre.”

“Goodnight, Mom.”

She paused and looked around his cave as she turned out the light. It really would be a nightmare to live in a fairy tale like that, she thought.


This was inspired by M.M.H.B Challenge – Spooky Tales

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16 thoughts on “Bedtime For Little Ogres

        1. It’s not bad so far, but would have helped a lot if they had included a date. It’s not until Chapter 3 that you can tell its written around the Cuban Missile Crisis, although that doesn’t fit with their obsession with Roosevelt, so I think it’s closer to the early 50s since his father is obsessed with “Commies”.

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