Whose turn is it to chase the monsters away?
He asked,
innocently,
secretly frightened of her answer.
I have my own monsters,
and I can deal with them,
she said,
haughtily.
You must deal with your own.
Why is it my responsibility?
She was a new love,
auditioning for a role,
as a forever love.
She continued,
what is in it for me?
How is it to my benefit,
to chase away your monsters?
He politely turned away,
and resolved never to ask again.
After a while,
he realized that he needed to find someone
to share monster duty with him.
He wanted someone who would,
occasionally,
chase his monsters away.
