Little Eddy scraped the peanut butter onto the toasted bread.
“Mom, when is Whartleburg coming back?”
“I don’t know, Sweety,” said June, his mother.
“Well, do you think we should leave a sandwich for him?”
They were in the kitchen making lunch: peanut butter and banana sandwiches, the only food Whartleburg seemed to enjoy. Two months had gone by since Whartleburg had gone into the fire portal. Had he not done so, other minions would have found their way to the house of Eddy and June.
June thought about that strange, kind, protector. Her thoughts at first had been to see him as a monster, demon, or giant insect. But as he helped around the house, and watched over Eddy, his presence grew on June. It for some reason brought back memories of when her husband had been around. She smiled and brushed her long light brown hair behind her left ear. Whartleburg never promised to return, but it’d be nice if he did.
Excerpt from “Enzectozoid Chronicles: The Legacy of Whartleburg the Whalloper” from the curiously long book of short stories, I am lettuce, who are you?
For the next chapter, “Captured, the Enemy Plays Dirty.”
For the previous chapter go “Insurmountable Odds.”