PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

"What do ya reckon they're for?"

"What? The boots?"

"Yeah."

"Obvious. Shoe monster."

"Shoe monster?"

"Yeah, to placate it. Think that's the word."

"Placate?"

"Make it happy. Anyways. Put out shoes and the monster won't eat ya in the night."

"What, the monster under the bed."

"Same one, Mate. It smells ya on 'em and it leaves ya alone."

"What, just put shoes up?"

"You don't have shoes up?"

"Nah, Mate, don't be stupid."

"Ya hear it then? At night, when it's dark and silent."

"Hear what?"

"The breathing. The steps."

"…"

"You heard it."

"Here's mine."

"Throw 'em up high."

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