When he was still on diapers, he drew his first squiggly line.
A wind blew and a piece of colored yarn flew squiggling past him.
As a toddler, he would draw clouds, and the wind would bring some clouds to an otherwise clear sky.
As a kid, he would draw cars, and his parents never understood how come he had so many toy cars.
Then, at age 13, he started to draw monsters.
Family and friends from school or the neighborhood were suddenly disappearing from earth.
He was always spared, as he was the beasts creator…
This post was written in response to the March 9: Flash Fiction Challenge, hosted by Carrot Ranch. The idea is to write a story with exactly 99 words, no more, no less, around the prompt word. This week the word is Monster.