Might Be

We were visiting my father-in-law, who lives on a secluded, wooded acreage. Hal came running into the house, with that worried almost-cry that kids get when they are scared or possibly hurt.

“What’s wrong?” we asked.

With a trembling voice, he replied, “There might be a monster out there!”

“Oh,” said his dad, “well, I might be concerned.”

There was a brief pause while daddy comforted son. “Might you be ok?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He might be. But he didn’t sound too sure.

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