This is not just a short story, this is a very short story. And it is based on a dream i had, a very strange dream that occasionally still makes me take a look under my bed.
It all started with a 'Ding!'
Like the sound coming from one of those fancy elevators you sometimes find in posh hotels. You know, the ones with a uniformed, bored looking lad whose only job is to press a button, inside.
It came from somewhere under my bed.
I've never been one to ponder, so it was all soon forgotten.
One..
Two..
Three days later i heard someone shuffling around.
Once again it came from somewhere under my bed.
Maybe i should have had a look then, just a tiny peek.
But i didn't.
Four..
Five..
Six days after the 'Ding!' I heard a voice.
'Oy mate, could'ye give us a hand down'ere?'
I stopped chewing on my apple and slowly bent over to see the source of the rude cockney accent.
It was a ferret.
He was wearing a beret and a striped scarf.
And he was carrying two heavy looking paper bags from Tesco.
'Think i might'ave dropped som o'those apples mate, could'ya be a doll an' pick'em up for me?'
I nodded slowly and picked up the four discarded apples.
He held out one of the paper bags for me to drop the apples in to.
And so i did.
Then he sat down the groceries and pushed the button so the doors to the elevator would open up and let him in.
I never noticed before, but there was an elevator under my bed. A very small one.
'Well, thanks mate, guess I'll see ya'round sometime, yeah?'
Again i nodded, dumbfounded.
I didn't know they had paper bags at Tesco.
R.
Monday
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