PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham
“They were using my books to play D&D again,” groused Mervin. He examined the tome on the big rock in his backyard. The persistent stains were centuries old, but it was due to rain soon. Kenny shouldn’t have left it out.
“Sorry, Grandpa. I was just coming for it.” The twelve-year-old had crept up behind him, a credit to his heritage.
“I told you not to play with my books.”
“They’re so cool, only…”
“Only what?”
“I was reciting the markings like you taught me and…”
“Did any of your friends get eaten? I told you not to summon demons.”
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