Flash Fiction Friday: Pr-hog-nosticate
“Will you just come out, Philip?” Hazel crosses her arms with a huff. “No.” His voice is squeaky. “I’m too afraid.” “We’ve been through this. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” She sinks to her knees so she can see him eye-to-eye. “What if I see it?” His voice trembles but she sees movement from inside the doorway. “You probably won’t. But even if you do, is it really such a big deal?” A small furry face pops into view, whiskers twitching. “You sure it’s okay?” “Just get out h