Entry for Madison Woods‘ Friday Fictioneers. Click on her name (on Friday) to see the picture prompt for this week and read some other really great super-short stories.
Raccoon stomped down the steps to the root cellar, his mother hollering to get more carrots while he was down there.
“And a few turnips,” she said.
Raccoon stuck his tongue out and mimicked her silently. He tossed the vegetables in a basket. Movement drew his eye to the hole in the wall. Something big stumbled from the forest and walked across the field towards the house.
Raccoon recognized the filthy man. An onion grew in his throat. He took the money from his pocket and stuffed it beneath the potatoes. Trembling, he ran upstairs and hid under his bed.