Blooger's Return

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I'm sitting on my couch, poking around on the internet when there's a knock on the door. I'm not expecting anyone, but I have neighbors, so I assume someone needs help. I was right about what, but not who.


At first, when I open the door, I don't see anyone standing there. Then, I glance down. There's a raccoon-like creature with bright blue fur standing on my welcome mat.  It looks up at me. I look at the houses close to me. There's no one outside. I can't tell if anyone else can see what i'm seeing.


"So, uh, can I come in?"


"Yeah, I guess so-um-Blooger."


"Well, at least you remember me."


"I should. I made you up."


"It's funny how all you kids always think that about your imaginary friends. Thing is,  you don't, actually.  You just call us here and then abandon us when you decide you don't need us anymore."


"I didn't know.  Everyone said you were a figment of my imagination."


"Yeah, well, I wasn't."


"Why are you here?"


I did not remember my imaginary friend being quite so bitter and obnoxious. Then again, I used to let it sleep on my bed. 


"I need your help."


"My help."


"Yeah, I mean, I helped you through all that drama with your best friend, and kept you from being scared when you snuck behind the couch to watch those monster movies after your parents sent you to bed. I stayed with you through a lot of stuff."


"I'm not denying that. What's-what's going on?"


"I ran into a little trouble in Jersey. I-uh-may have been the dealer in an illegal high-stakes game and ran off with a sack of money bigger than I was.  Then, I may have stolen one of the player's cars and taken it joy riding to the tune of -I don't know, maybe a quarter mil in damages."


"What?"


"I know, I know, but, you were always a good kid, always. Real quiet, never caused any trouble. That's why you made me up, you needed me to be your friend.  They have no idea there's any connection to you, so, can I hide out here for a while until they find someone else they want to murder?"


"Oh-I-uh-I don't know. I don't really know criminals. I don't really hang out with criminals."


"Well, you do now," Blooger said, as he hopped onto my couch.

Created: May 02, 2017

Tags: prose, story, fiction, weekly writing challenge, imaginary friends

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