Writer and sometime illustrator, Deborah Fielding specialises in short
stories and flash fiction. She has had several stories published in the writing
magazine, Vintage Script, and
London's Litro Magazine. More
recently, having completed a series of hand-bound single-story chapbooks (or
pamphlets), Deborah has written for .Cent
Magazine. She regularly reads at events across the country. You can find
out more about Deborah’s work from her website, and you can follow her on Twitter
Are mice real?
Are dragons real? Joe wriggles his feet under the duvet.
No. Dragons are just in stories.
Are dinosaurs real? Joe lifts his head and squints at his mum from
Yes, they were real, but they’re all dead now.
How do you know?
They all died thousands of years ago, we don’t know how, but they did
and now all that’s left are bones.
Joe rests his head down on the pillow.
There is silence for a few moments before Tina, Joe’s mum, smoothes
Joe’s duvet on top of him and goes to sit in the chair. Can I start the story
Tina opens the book.
Are lobsters real? Joe has lifted his head again.
Tina sighs, Yes.
Like Larry the Lobster? He’s real, yeah?
He’s just in a story. Tina closes the book, places it on her lap and
shoves her hands into her hair.
But lobsters are real? But not Larry?
Yes. He is just a made up lobster – real lobsters can’t talk.
After they’ve finished the story, Tina gets up to go downstairs.
Monsters aren’t real, are they, Mummy? Joe directs wide eyes towards
No, darling, that was just a dream. Sometimes we dream about things that
Not always though, I dreamed about the park, and that’s definitely real.
Joe is sitting up in bed now.
Joseph you have to go to sleep, it’s getting late.
I know, but what would happen if it was real?
The monster. Joe is holding tight to the edge of his duvet.
It is not real, Joe. Monsters do not exist. They aren’t real.
Okay. But what if it was?
Tina goes to the bed and covers him up again. She doesn’t turn off the
bedside lamp. She smoothes his hair. What would you say to the monster?
Go away, monster, you’re not real!
And what would he say?
Nothing, because he’s not real. Joe turns onto his side and closes his
eyes. Right, he says.
Right, says Tina. I’m going downstairs now, but I’ll leave the light on,
Did you close the back gate? says Tina to her husband Chris, when they
go to bed later.
I think so, he says. I haven’t been out there since I got home from
Okay. Tina turns onto her back. Because I saw that thing on the news
about people breaking into people’s gardens.
Chris yawns. Don’t worry.
Tina lies still and looks up at the ceiling.
I can’t remember if Joe’s window’s shut. He was asking me about
Chris pulls the covers up over his shoulders. Monsters aren’t real.